Night Icicles
Night Icicles
Night icicles hang at the ready
like swords
waiting for battle.
Their smooth blades gleaming,
as if highly polished.
Their points sharpened,
dripping silent drops
of icy water.
They sparkle in the light
from above the nearby porch.
Winter monsters,
who threaten and intimidate
by throwing fistfuls of angry snow
and blowing cold blasts of air,
are the ones
who hung the night icicles there.
Night icicles
clink, clang, crash and clatter,
crack, fall, splinter, and shatter
with just one
SMACK
from the backside
of a nearby snow shovel.
Frozen bits and fragments
of the broken swords
sink into the snow drift below.
And the wielder
of the shovel
laughs.
