Outside taking tiny steps
putting pressure on the ice
watch the whiteness spread
then disappear when I move on
careful
cautious steps in heavy boots
walking on ahead
you pause to catch a moment
see winter wrap the world
in a veil of white silence
this place -
where the earth gives the illusion
it has stopped turning
Inside
warmth fires the colours
cracked
wood
turning burning orange
sparks off light
shining in our eyes
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