A little chilly today, but beauty is everywhere.
Title: Icicle Dark grey clouds come rolling in. Wind chases the warm thoughts out. Shelter needs to be quickly found. Now’s not the time to be out and about. And then it fell, Fell so quietly. Snow coming down Covering all so softly. Isolation imposed upon the scene. Books, chores, fires to make. Wool and flannel do their part. Now’s the time for plans to break. Cold is short lived. Snow begins to melt. The icy grip Is no longer felt. Except hanging there for all to see When the weather is not so fickle. On the edge of freeze and flow Is the most ravishing icicle. Dressed in blues and greys While really quite clear. An object just created Which I hold most dear.
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