Roads are seasonal
the big ones can be seen
nearly year round
if you are a careful observer
but most of the smaller
can only be found
when the elusive
lets its tracks burn through
the thawing ice
You can also lure out northern roads with salt
Some days, it amazes me how anyone survives the winter here.
For more tales of winter survival and elusive machinery, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.
The frantic energy of running water
seems like a force that can’t be challenged
and it is strange
to stand on the frozen bank
and no longer feel
Water is the bloodstream, still or moving
I am always fascinated, and unnerved, by the way that winter puts life and movement on hold.
For more freezing, and thawing, my fantasy novel, The Guests of Honor, is available here. Its sequel, With Honor Intact, can be found here.