Friday, February 20, 2015

ICICLES - a poem for February



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

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