Wednesday, February 13, 2013

Icicles Through My Window

Source: All photos by Susan Zutautas
Cold yet magnificent
As they sparkle in the sunlight
Hard and brilliant
True beauty shinning through
Patterns of light
Skipping across the snow
Dripping as they melt
Yet freezing to the touch
Long and thinning
Some just beginning
While they grow
The process is slow
Blade like if they were a sword
As cars pass by
In the night
They sparkle with delight
In the dark they glow
No two are alike
From the eaves of the roof porch
They hang
All lined up in a row
Staring at them
Lost and alone
Lights all out
They are still bright

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