Thursday, January 28, 2010

Ice


Sliding off the eave lines,
falling into the foliage,
glistening on the grass.

It's fierce and blustery,
driven, dripping,
clawing--
Half-way down
It turns to glass.



2 comments:

aftergrace said...

Wow, that ice looks pretty!

Carina said...

Looks, being the key word there!