Ice Palace

Between the rims of awareness and dream
An ether hovers ghostly white
And stray thoughts boxed tightly
Spring forth in a pinching fog.
Condensed in snowflake precision,
The palace of ice arises and falls
Ebbing with the harvest moon.

Author: redgladiola

Creative writer happily predisposed to flights of fancy. You can find my poetry and short prose at

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