Icycle Windchime


Glistening icicles,
Like long fairy fingers,
Hanging from pine needles
Arranged row by row.

Transparent in daytime
Reflecting in moonshine,
Fragility offers
A spectacular show.

Trickling drops Hang from flinter Thin Ice threads
Each needle attaches these In her natural way:
Diagonal harmony, my icicle symphony,
Winter has carved me A windchime today.

february 2021