There’s always a chance
it will never stop snowing.
We won’t know till spring.
Do ice ages start
with winters that seem too long?
Did the mammoths know?
One day, at breakfast,
they froze, grass still in their mouths
ice cubes in mid munch.
Next millennia
we may thaw out from icebergs
toast still in our mouths.
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Linda Studley 
The imagery is fascinating. This sparked a piece for me. I hope you don’t mind…I hope you can forgive where my mind went with it…
Thank you for the spark.
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You are extremely welcome. It is an honour to inspire another creative soul! Excellent poem by the way!
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[…] This image of a creature being found with its last meal in its mouth has haunted me since I read her piece recently. I was fascinated with the idea of extending the time-frame further into the past and […]
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Wow! So thrilled to be a part of your creative process. Very cool!
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Clever – and true! I really enjoyed the line, “Did the mammoths know?” Well done!
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Thanks – right after that I shovelled all the walks to the apartment building we manage. Mammoth size piles of snow here… sigh.
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You said a mouthful there, sister.
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Okay, I paid attention to winter this morning. Didn’t like it. Now I’m going to slip back into denial until spring.
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