via #writephoto
Thaw
I knew I should look beyond the ice
to the thaw, past the mud to the seeds
and the bulbs ready to grow somewhere
down below, so I looked through
the bare trees and over the river
imagining I could see past
the Appalachians and the plains
to a land where it never snows
and rarely ever rains, where the ice
would thaw only in my glass
of cold, unsweetened tea
Sue Vincent's Daily Echo 