Funky Frost

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My words are frozen, buried beneath the ice and snow like last summer’s flowers

Frosted icicles that once were verdant branches

Fruitful ideas are few and far between

As winter plunges me into the dark and cold I turn to other creative outlets, my trusty camera in hand

Hoping to branch out into other artsy endeavors

Photographs I’ve taken of the aftermath as I wait for spring

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