Stand amidst the crystal-coated foliage
The life under a sheet of ice
It is dark when the mother light vacations
And cold
The air is still.
Hear the distant creaking
Nature’s tweaking
As living monuments buckle
The landmarks cracking
Like us, they can only bear up
Under so much
The window’s candle is flickering
And lantern’s gentle gaze
Are flowered reflections
And multiplied refractions
Through prismed twinkles
The people, the creatures
And the land of the gods
Lie huddled ‘neath the ice
Written during an unprecedented several-week winter storm in Oklahoma. The landscape was covered in layers of snow, ice, and sleet, and our electricity had been out for days.