The Icicle,
roof snow,
ice’s waiting embryo,
birthing water on winter’s warmth.
the icicle,
firmly grips,
drapes the eave, forms erratic stabbing,
has concealed the building you remember.
the icicle,
with full kinetic ice force,
in free fall
can crush to pieces its own clear beauty.
the icicle,
as gravity art,
when carefully plucked, points over,
is plunged into your ceremonial snow bank.
Palmer R. Haynes
9902 Blue Valley Road
Mount Horeb, WI 53572
608 437 4990 plhaynes@mhtc.net Copyright, 2008