This tree has been eclipsed by a circlet of ice that I found frozen on the surface of a plastic bucket and placed upon a decorative pile of rocks.
[daily log: walking, 3km]
Day: January 21, 2021
Caveat: Poem #1635 “Onomatopoeic summary”
ㅁ I commute to town via potholes. Sometimes I can dodge them, swerving. But always, it's bumpiness. Thachunkity roughness. Umpadonkiness. Thunka wunka. Slow-fast-stop. Rattle. Bonk!