Ice Storm
Trees covered in glass
So magical
Branches glisten in the morning light
And plink like wind chimes
As frozen appendages dance together in the wind
Then crack under the weight
of the ice
And crash to the ground
So destructive
One of nature’s anomalies
I am outside
in the bitter cold
The ground crunches under my feet
And when cars drive by
Everything blanketed
in a glistening coat
But the world does not stop
It will recover from the wounds
And in due time
the warm sun will shine
Where the thick ice
once exhibited its radiant beauty
and wreaked
it’s calamitous ruin



