Icicles

By: Shirley Lovell

Like slender crystal spears they hang
Sparkling, glist'ning in the sun,
As if the hand of unseen craftsman,
From glass, had fashioned every one.

I gently touch one, break it off
And taste it's icy juices sweet,
Like pristine water from the mountain
Mother Nature's winter treat.

Shirley Lovell 2001