“Crunch”
Soft sounds under boot
announce a barren tundra,
frozen world for ants.
Steve D
Tag: ice
Haiku Sunday – Ice
“Ice”
Solidified sheet
temporarily covers
worn paths and mud trails.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Slopes
“Slopes”
Cheeks and nose redden
as freezing wind rushes by,
spraying snow and ice.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Cold
“Cold”
Icy aromas
sting the nostrils and bare skin
and hands flare purple.
Steve D
Haiku Sunday – Blade
“Blade”
Icy blades sweep through,
Deflected by heavy shields,
Warding their chill touch.
Steve D
Rock Song – Speeding Towards Nothing – SD
“Into the Abyss”
The sea giants balk at me,
Licking phosphorescent teeth.
My feet locked in and twisting,
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