One woman's reflections of past and present - people, places and things that contribute to the joy and sweetness; the sorrow and hurt of an everyday ordinary life.
Sunday, December 5, 2010
ICICLES
Icicles hang from the roof
of our house
like stalactites in a cave
frozen ice, not cubed
tapering jagged
dagger sharp;
Their unique beauty
glistens like a
Swarovski crystal
in the cold glow
of the bright winter sun.
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