There it was - a glassy picture of brilliant spikes

So galvanizing - my heart pounded at the sight

Out of my picture window overlooking the trees

Covered completely with water which'd freezed



And as I stared at the icy landscape so intense 

The wonder of it thrilled me so with the blend

Between the glass inside and the glass out ...

So similar were they, but different as a spout



Of water which runs from both the kitchen taps

When turned with a twist of the hand - at that

And the flow which trickles, at times does gush

Not unlike the conditions which cause the blush



Of skin when this same water sticks to branches

In temperatures so cold it has not the chances

To run down the bark and be absorbed in earth

And instead forms icicles which glisten with mirth

 

Which shine so in the brightness of a reaching sun

Whose beams warm them just enough to bring some

Gladness to a heart so consumed with all the wonder

Of the beauty inherent in nature - both above and under



Christopher W. Thomas

10:45am Christmas Eve 97