This tree was a passive witness to my slippery commute.
[daily log: walking, 4km; retailing, 6hr]
Day: December 20, 2022
Caveat: Poem #2331 “A visitation”
ㅁ The ice along the seashore spoke out loud lamenting its abandonment, alone: the tide had left it broken on the rocks. A duck approached, and clambered on the ice, assessed the scene, and looked askance, dismayed: but in the end turned tail and swam away.
– six lines of blank verse (iambic pentameter).