On skates, when carried by the wind across the solid glass of ice you feel like flying. Below you see the pale shadows of rocks against the solid black of water. Your skates have wings and cut striations in the solid surface. As ice gets thinner it will warn you with its song. A mournful tone will warn you that it’s close to breaking and you seek the shore again.
At other times the ice is thick with snow and underneath are hidden obstacles. You have the wind in your face, and with burning muscles you are almost stumbling. But afterwards the coffee tastes divine, especially when shared.
hundred words for snow —
yet the frosted bloom defeat
with purple presence
Today it’s Haibun Monday at dVerse. Toni has given us the picture to use, and wants us to write a compact haibun trying to work from Japanese rules and using 200 words or less. Come and join us at 3 PM CET,