Subject: Glazed ...
From: Christopher W. Thomas (creatician@poetic.com)
Host: 207-172-227-94.s31.as1.dnb.erols.com
Date: Tues Jan 5, 1999 at 7:16PM

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