Apricity thaws
The firm, frosty, forest floor
Unfurling slowly
About the Creator
Allie Bickerton
She / Her - Canada
I spent most of my life dedicated to the visual arts and I neglected my literacy.
Nurturing harboured emotions and poetic thoughts I’ve stashed within. Hoping to engage, inspire and be inspired.
Thanks for being here! 💕
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Beautiful!
Beautiful nature and tranquility is a very beautiful thing
أنا اعيش مهدوم المشاعر في مكان ما ليس فيه رحمه من بشر الناس قست قلوبها
Wow 🤩 nicely written 🥰👍
Well, you got a new sub here... ;)
Love this! Beautiful work. 💚☀️
Oooh this depicts such a beautiful image! Love this haiku
Beautiful haiku! The idea of the grass and moss on the forest floor unfurling and revealing itself out of the ice creates such a visual feast from so few words.
Nicely done.
Apricity Is my favorite feeling; I love winter and the sort of experience. Very well done here!
Thank you for teaching me a new word! I love the alliteration on the second line (I am such a sucker for some sweet alliteration). Beautiful flow ☺️