Jack Frost holds court at first cock’s crow,
Intent on hosting dance of death,
Mid glaze ice and Hominy Snow
And just a skiff of winter’s breath.
Ilija Lukić 2026
In the wake of Winter Storm Fern, wildlands as well as people and underpinnings of human activity suffer the beauty—albeit ravages—of sleet, graupel, glaze ice and dusting with flour-sifter snows. Old Man Winter’s minions spill single-digit arctic temperatures across landscapes and relatively warm Jordan Lake waters, where said skiff of winter’s breath gives rise to a steamy haze across the liquid plain. The wheel of life seems to pause in the profound absence of life’s hustle and bustle. The palpable quietude overwhelms senses, yet frees heart and soul to soar in defiance of winter’s danse macabre.
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