Amy Secrist

Tag: snow

  • Snowskeletons

    Glowing in the moonlight, hollowing, their bulk shriveling in the melting temperatures, their now blank faces staring into nothing, hats sinking, scarves sagging, skinny necks and empty shoulders speak of scarcity. Now their stickarms point downward from their bellies. Collecting in the sunlight, sparkling, shrouds of fresh snow in the freezing temperatures, their ice bones…

  • A Day After Snow

    The air is filled with flashes of sun, like it broke into bits and the wind now blows it apart, all these separate pieces, everywhere. Countless more flecks of sun spin through everything, too small to see, hidden in the depths of us, of creation, the depths of everywhere, everything water in every form. We bounce around…