We’re high in the mountains for a couple of haiku…
Snow
The pure, new-born glare
of upper-slope snow, biding,
waiting to rush down.
Sun
Iridescent blues
and crevasse-birthed greys. Icefall,
moving in the sun.
Thanks for reading folks. Recent short stories include ‘Passing Traffic‘ and ‘Ribbons in the Valley‘.
Matthew Richardson is a writer of short stories. His work has featured in Gold Dust magazine, Literally Stories, Close to the Bone, McStorytellers, Penny Shorts, Soft Cartel, Whatever Keeps the Lights On, Flashback Fiction, Cafelit, Best MicroFiction 2021, Writer’s Egg, Idle Ink, The Wild Word, Down in the Dirt, and Shooter magazine. He has a Professional Doctorate in Education. Matthew blogs at www.matthewjrichardson.com.
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I love the reference to blue : )
Thanks Christopher! There’s a good book by Robert MacFarlane where he discusses all the colours that ice can be – quite the spectrum!
I’m feeling I’m on skis just now on that first one, but I don’t want to fall into a crevasse in the second one though. Very nicely done, Matthew!
Thanks Chris. A bit of dexterity required during the second one right enough!
enjoyed the invitational rush of ‘snow’ —
Thanks John. As long as I’m on top of the snow and not underneath!
hahahahah
Pretty!
Thanks so much. Very kind of you.