The shortness of the day
The bleak midwinter gray
Glints of light
fall
from the tip of the icicle
To the hard earth
pooling and collecting, they lay.

musing – dreaming – writing
The shortness of the day
The bleak midwinter gray
Glints of light
fall
from the tip of the icicle
To the hard earth
pooling and collecting, they lay.