Ice Jams with Thunderous Snow

No matter, how I think of the earth.

Its mastery still promises to astound me.

The thrashing of ice block upon cumbersome block…

I am a constant witness to miracles of creation’s crime scene.

There is no violent, thrashing, tale…quite the same.

And, I am just a human pawn…

In a loosing game.

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