Stroll to a Creek

Crack snap slush, lines cross over cracked ice and meet at rock
Half melted, falling to chilled water below, edges thin as knives
Holes where the river breathes desperately, mimicking the stars

Berries frozen melted frozen again smash red on fingers
Spread red in frozen water as they scatter
Skip like a rock until the weak ice gives way to a splash

Picking berries from the bush, throw throw throw again
Cold crisp with every breath, the wind bites with every move
Throw another berry to avoid the cold settling deep
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