Ice
Sun is bright yet ground is frozen.
Wind dances the powdery snow across the path.
Persistent and consistent glazing, donut like.
Drifts build up creeping it's way across the path.
Surprised by the first patch of ice.
Grasp for traction.
Plod through small drifts.
Gingerly finding footing.
As day goes on more ice.
Scoop snow and ice still grows.
Sow gravel and sand on path.
Just another winter's day.
About the Author: Brian Bucks lives on a small horse ranch in Western Nebraska and is a husband, father, electrical engineer, and poet.
Image is frosty morning at our little ranch, courtesy of Colleen.
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