Ice Storms and Ice Kings

[TRexroth]

blown glass fronds bend and curve
curved by the archers of the ice king
he demands diamonds to honor the sun

these spectral bows curve in receding reams
in the halls of the ice king
the sun will claim it's diamonds
and the ice king will recede
unbending into the forest

[shane]

I like the ice king, he makes things calm and beautiful. Right now I’m hoping winter won’t end. Love the poem.