The Thaw

We have had days of snow and ice and misty, gray skies.

Today the sky still has that somber glow of heavy frost, but temperatures are warming, hence I indulged briefly in the ever-fascinating sport of listening to last week’s ice slide and shatter off trees and roofs.

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A dancing crackle of ice from the trees,
A glitter, a sparkle of sound,
As long, slow thaw sets in after freeze
And scatters ice crystals around,
Unwraps from the twigs in the warmth of the breeze
To splinter like glass on the ground.