(The Ice Storm) The Ice crystals from the sky Fell like diamond jewels And the trees, took form of chandeliers And the lakes, of glass pools We hearkened to- the wind and sleet and the crackling, freezing rain Pounding the pavement, and the street And hoarded inside, we remained The streets were glazed and crystallized A peril, but wondrous scene And the city became paralyzed Upon winter's hapless scheme Tolling through the night time hours Into morning tide, we heeded The crackling of lines and power Until the storm, seceded Left with toppled down trees and branches hanging low And a high winded breeze That continued in gusts to blow By afternoon-------late There was nothing left, but the lingering flurry To remind us of the date~ With Old Man Winter's fury. (c)copyright 2007 all rights reserved. Winter Poems The Poetic Seasons Of My Soul |