Honesty is like an icicle; if once it melts that is the end of it (American Proverb)
Silent icicles, Quietly shining to the quiet moon (Samuel Taylor Coleridge)
Sometimes
my heart
feels
like a slender icicle
Cold
liquid
emotions
dripping
then freeze;
slender dagger
frozen
void.
Ice cries:
drip,
melt
unheard…
The sun has started shining this afternoon. And icicles are forming: beautiful, elongated slender points of ice.
Lily’s walk today ending with her attempting to run home after being ‘accosted’ a large forest ‘wolf’. She bolted and did not want to come back to us. We had to chase after her. She knows her way home through the forest it seems.
