Poem-icestorm

ICE STORM
by Linda M. Smith

Winter.
A naked tree
Stark against the sky.
Black lines on gray slate.

Rain
Freezes,
Crystallizes,
Snapping limbs and twigs.
Like whip cracks on cold air.

Arteries,
Tiny,
Tender,
Reach in helpless innocence
For arctic mercy.

Fingers,
Icy, ruthless,
Trace the delicate tatting,
Shattering it
Upon the marble air

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