In a sea of winter white with delicate blue shadow,
under a sky of pink and grey,
the ice sits on water, a steel blue shade of grey.
And in the distance a dashed and steely blue meets the horizon .
I think of your shell frozen in the earth.
Where is all the wealth and health that shell once contained?
It has risen up to skies of steely blue
tinged with pink
and sliver of white moon.
-Yesterday’s poem after a walk