Overlooking valleys grim
Sun holds prison keys
This was written for Colleen Chesebro’s Tanka Tuesday Challenge #156, poet’s choice of words.
I took this picture something like a decade ago, during a winter storm that coated every branch, leaf, and needle with a thin, exacting layer of crystal ice. You couldn’t drive anywhere, the electricity was down, and the phones were all useless. The mountains felt like a prison.