ICICLES
in amber
coach light
glistening
snow drifts
breaking
footprints
lead to mailbox
and back
burning
cold
to touch
melting
pock marks
in snow
wind
blows through
icicles
humming
shine
in pale
full moon
I like to write mysteries because I like to read mystery stories. It all began with the Nancy Drew series by Carolyn Keene when I was a pre-teen in the 1950s. I have four published novels, poetry and short stories.
In 1958 Her streets were paved in yellow brick leading to Fifth Avenue and 42 nd Street. You might have seen a zealous couple dance-walkin...