Posed in ice

October’s diligent renewal of decay; barren oak and maple trees, chilled water bodies naturally hardened like cold-heart’s, and our favorite massive white teddy bears curfews reinstated.

 Chloe mumbled an unintelligible invocation “…….carve………forsaken………astray”. With only the passing wistful wind, and nature (including the gnomes, superstitious as she was), a comatose urge to relish in her seclusion gripped her tight.