Shekinah Glory

New Poem
December 31, 2009, 12:27 pm
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Early Morning Sleet

It seems that every wet drop
Leaves an indention anew
On the sidewalk’s face
And with each step a constant
Crush of crystalline wetness
Flattens before the ground
Has set into slick defenses.
The icicles neatly hanging
Like bats in a cave
From a car’s rearview mirror
Are much less permanent
To a glove’s clumsy touch
Dissolving into seeping wetness.
This indecisive storm’s
Most impressive trick
Is observed on thin branches
Of the county’s saplings
Hovering near the road.
The layer of ice that
Surrounds their anemic twigs
Turns them into ice sculptures
And for this moment
Even they look majestic.


4 Comments so far
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lovely. just lovely.

Comment by suzi w.


Comment by pastorofdisaster

Love it! Snow, ice, changes the world. It is mesmerizing to me. Thanks for sharing this!

Comment by Deb

I appreciate your taking the time to read it.

Comment by pastorofdisaster

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