The Icicles
Out the back window
The icicles drip,
Releasing their droplets
From wintertime’s grip.
I once would spend hours,
My grandson in tow,
And watched as they dropped
On the snow piles below.
We marveled together,
His world sparkling new,
But at 7, he has
Better things he can do.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2021
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