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a moment of beautiful – icicles

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the space: drip line of a house on a winter day

the beautiful: icicles


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.




ice storm


for three days

freezing rain and willow

have hung uncertain magic

along the river


ice in layers

laid on the bones

of the tree tops, branches break

candy-coats crack in the sun


I refuse the sparkle

resist the awe


the bones will not recover



©  Jane Tims 2009

Written by jane tims

January 9, 2013 at 10:18 am

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