a moment of beautiful – icicles
the space: drip line of a house on a winter day
the beautiful: icicles
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On the day after an increase in temperature, when the snow from the roof is melting, the front of our house, on the south side and in full sun, is always dripping and making icicles.
They glitter and sparkle, sculptural wonders of frozen water.
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ice storm
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for three days
freezing rain and willow
have hung uncertain magic
along the river
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ice in layers
laid on the bones
of the tree tops, branches break
candy-coats crack in the sun
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I refuse the sparkle
resist the awe
worry
the bones will not recover
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© Jane Tims 2009
nichepoetryandprose 
Beautiful image and poem. 🙂
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Robin
January 16, 2013 at 6:30 pm
Hi Robin. Thanks! Jane
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jane tims
January 16, 2013 at 7:34 pm
You built the house yourselves? Wow I’m so impressed!
I like the last stanza. I always wonder how trees can survive such freezing temps.
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dearrosie
January 11, 2013 at 1:51 pm
Hi. We began building in 1980 and it’s not really finished yet! Thanks for the comment on the poem. Trees are tough! Jane
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jane tims
January 11, 2013 at 8:41 pm
Love your expression, “hung uncertain magic.” Ice is pretty but can be dangerous. I love the shingles on your house – are they cedar? A lot of homes on Cape Cod have them but not too many here in Connecticut.
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Barbara Rodgers
January 10, 2013 at 5:47 pm
Hi Barbara. Yes, they are cedar shingles. We have never treated them in any way, so they look very weather-worn. They’ve done well for 33 years. We built the house ourselves. Jane
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jane tims
January 10, 2013 at 6:50 pm
I love that weather-worn look! That must have been so meaningful, building your own house. My parents built theirs when I was a toddler and I have a few glimpses of memories – like the cement being poured for the foundation.
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Barbara Rodgers
January 11, 2013 at 10:11 am
Hi. I’ve lived around houses being built all my life. My Dad built my family’s first house and our first cabin, also he and my husband and I built the home we live in now. I can still remember how he encouraged me to help even when I was just little. When I was seven, he had me fill my own form with rocks before the cement was poured in one of the cabin supports. Those early experiences gave me the confidence to build when I was older. Jane
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jane tims
January 11, 2013 at 8:38 pm
Beautiful words and picture!
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Sigrun
January 10, 2013 at 5:30 am
Hi. I’m glad you like the poem. Jane
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jane tims
January 10, 2013 at 6:51 pm
what a lovely picture!
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beebeesworld
January 9, 2013 at 10:20 pm
Beautiful!
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Jennifer Tisa
January 9, 2013 at 10:58 am
Hi Jenn. Nice to hear from you. I appreciate the warmer weather today, probably not as much as you do! Jane
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jane tims
January 9, 2013 at 6:45 pm