Lost In The Ice

The ice sheets came down

little by little at first,

layer upon layer,

but relentless.

That was the last time and

there were no survivors

to tell the story.

The mysteries 

and secrets

were buried,

lost in the ice.

No one stayed to describe the forests 

standing still

clothed

in silver spangles,

dressed as if for Christmas,

shining with sparkling baubles,

or their last survivors in the whitened landscape,

wearing their silver ball gowns

ready for their final dance

before they too

joined the

buried

branches

and bones 

the mysteries 

and secrets

now covered over in new white sheets.

Buried.

Waiting 

to reveal themselves,

to tell their stories

when the ice receded,

waiting,

waiting,

only

to be washed away

in the thaw.

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