ICICLES
Celsius is minus three
icicles now we see
growing on winter tree
amid frosty display
aloft shrouded by grey
leaden clouds set to stay
but midday sun shines in
and icicles begin
to warm and start dripping
melt-water in sun’s rays
brings bright rainbow displays
putting to shame the greys
all of our winter tree
becomes icicle free
Celsius now at plus three.
Copyright © Tony Hargreaves | Year Posted 2024
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