Delicate, glassy-slick ice gilts tree limbs and branches.
Deceptively, rainwater marries thorougfares in a beautiful and frigid bond,
While the heavens toss icy crystals after the solemn ceremony
prose penned by: Barbara Jack
The day began as anticipated, covered with a thin layer of slick ice. A little frosty in spots to give the world a winterland look, but through the quiet there was sound: a crack, a swoosh and a thump. Limbs cracking and falling from the weight of the ice. As I walked around listening for cracking limbs above, another noise stopped me in my tracks. As I looked, a large black bird left a limb, wings in slow motion, but much power, as it flew further away from my steps. Remember the buzzards from a few weeks ago? Only a few remain in the area, and three, exactly, in our neighborhood this morning. The sound of the wings were heavy. They appeared sopping wet, but I wondered if they might perhaps be iced too.
Hope everyone is staying warm!!