A flash of white light stings me awake.
I throw off the sheets and break the ice,
Peel back the curtains away from the glass
And stare into the garden.
Such dazzle of snow is a shock that stuns,
Knocks me out like ice in the eyes
Whipped up by a speeding sleigh.
The sky is a fierce miracle this morning,
A concave mirror, diamond bright,
Brilliantly blue, but chill as the arctic.
Perhaps I can lob a stone to shatter it,
Skidding the stone across the surface,
Crazing clear space. A broken window
Somehow staying in place.
Trevor John Karsavin Potter.
15th, - 16th. December 2022.
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