In Time Of Frost Poem by Liam ó Comáin

In Time Of Frost



icicles from
naked branches
frozen patterns
along the road

from thorn
a thrush rises
through rays
of alamode

cracking ice
firing stones
children exulting
in time of frost

in the nearby field
a young crow pecks
wandering as if lost

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