Suspended on a cool blue lake,
ice crystals flake off my sole
as I shuffle to shore. The air is still,
the crisp silence smells of burning
evergreens. Spilled hourglass sand
lingers like dust motes. Light
gliding across glaciers’ glancing
gazes, waiting for me to gather in
the palms of my hands glittering
glimpses of a songbird, voice box
stolen. Hope hovers, splayed in frozen
layers of flight. Feathers flash midnight blue.
Shannon Ryan is a creative writing major at Salisbury University and the current managing editor for The Scarab literary magazine.