As we move toward the even hotter days of summer, I thought I’d share a photo that’s equally hot and cold. This was one of the photo-poems I shared on my Facebook page in April for National Poetry Month. The photo was shot in March one year when winter and spring were dueling fiercely for control. Things were blooming. Temperatures were unpredictable–warm one day, cool the next, and then a dusting of snow. The contrast of powdery ice and fiery red reminded me of Frost’s poem, “Fire and Ice.”
It’s as hot as “H-E-Double Hockey Sticks” this summer, and I just needed a little reminder that hell isn’t always hot, hot, hot. Hatred and indifference are just as destructive as unrestrained passion.