It's been one of those icy days

When boulders became glazed

As freezing rain attached to rock

And then it all just clings and stops



Making shiny mirrors all through the trees

Glistening, among branches and dead leaves

Wherever you looked, there were many more

All sticking out in patches all over woods galore



It was quiet a sight to see, and so very unusual

Like tin-helmets worn by marching bands at school

But these did not move to the beat of any drums

These helmets all just sat there ... quite numb ...



- Tristram



© Christopher W. Thomas

7:05pm Tuesday, Jan. 5th, 1998