Ice

Underneath the canopy

Of crystal coated boughs

Fragile chandeliers of ice

Dress each branch with crowns

 

Diamond colored, glossy, smooth

Shimmering delight

The forest groans with crackling sounds

And I behold the sight

 

Slippery limbs and frosty leaves

Stiff above my head

And on the floor the carpet green

Colorful Instead

 

Crusty glaze, it covers all

Holding in its grip

All of nature for awhile

Though it soon will drip

 

Into the spring when life returns

Hidden tight til then

Inside the frozen crusts of cold

Glassy, creaking limbs 


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"Every song that I write comes from my own personal experience.  i believe the role of an artist is to interpret reality through a system of beliefs and a long-term seeking of truth, in your own life and in the world at large."  Dan Folgelberg

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