How often is it that we think
This world of ours is on the brink
That maybe we’ll fall off the ledge
Or slip as we sit on the edge
I’m truly stuck in reverse gear
What happens next can hold no fear !
ICE PALACE ( 2016 ) 2016/01/02
The wind it shuttles through the trees
The rain that clings begins to freeze
The icy branches bend with ease.
Reach out, reach out and take my hand
To guide you through God’s wonderland
Where beauty shows superb and grand.
Seems all of life’s encased in glass,
Encrusted ice that can not last
And scatters with each windy blast.
You view the fairy castles there
They tremble in the sunlight’s glare
For soon, too soon all will be bare !
Claire V. Bogdanos 