Dripping icicles grow outside windows Trapped behind these ice spears creates my cage Sun refusing to rise makes eiry shadows Oh short these days and long these nights we age
Quiet the sound of falling snow is mute Spared but a slight breeze whistle in the twig Ol' Jack Frost plucking on his off tune lute Delighted when his captives hear his gig
A starving bird huddles on chimney peak With fluffy feathers struggles to stay warm A berry dangles in its tiny beak Softly thaws in labored breath changin' form
These coldest darkest days of midwinter 'waiting for these pendent spears to splinter
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Posted: Dec 2012
About this poem:
Reminiscing through frosty windows and dangling icicles such that sometimes I am feeling rather blue to be confined inside my house on many such stormy winter days.
Hi, Yankee4you, Enjoyed the darkness of Icicles. These coldest darkest days of midwinter 'waiting for these pendent spears to splinter ...Perhaps some comfort can be found in knowing that each new day brings longer hours of light to free the poet who is Trapped behind these ice spears...
nice write,brings back memory's for me,breaking off the icicles and using them as imaginary swords,the cold is here for a while but at least the days are getting longer....elo...
I live in an upstairs apartment, so winter is the only time I have comfortable temperatures. I have seen a few icicles, but not too many yet. We havn't had temperatures above freezing since our snow over a week ago. The school kids got two extra days added on their Christmas vacation as they had the Thursday and Friday off before Christmas.
Thanks for your kind comments....the winter here right now is harsh and bitter cold.....the sky is so clear and filled with stars....so near and yet so far away.....and when the moon is brighter than the sun.....some nights....
LadyMorgana60Norwich, Norfolk, England UKDec 31, 2012
A wonderful mid-winter sonnet Yankee enjoyed very much..
I guess I'd wish for bright sharp cold days with Icicles any winters day compared to the dull deary weather we tend to suffer with over here! It nearly 10am here and its so dark my lights have to be on! lol..
Happy New Year to you ..
FellsmanLake District, Cumbria, England UKDec 31, 2012
Hi Chris
You have developed into the supreme artist at using your sonnets to bring nature to life, both its beauty and its harshness. A delightful write.
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Enjoyed the darkness of Icicles. These coldest darkest days of midwinter 'waiting for these pendent spears to splinter ...Perhaps some comfort can be found in knowing that each new day brings longer hours of light to free the poet who is Trapped behind these ice spears...
I guess I'd wish for bright sharp cold days with Icicles any winters day compared to the dull deary weather we tend to suffer with over here!
It nearly 10am here and its so dark my lights have to be on! lol..
Happy New Year to you ..
You have developed into the supreme artist at using your sonnets to bring nature to life, both its beauty and its harshness. A delightful write.
Bill