Sunrise Filled Icicles

These icicles aren't going to last for ever

Suspended in the ultra violet rays of a Dumfries sun.

But here they hang, a frozen whirligig of lightning,

And the famous American sculptor

Who scrambles the world with his tripod

For strangeness au naturel, got sunset to fill them.

 

Ruth Padel

 

Master the night nor serve the snowman's brain

That shapes each bushy item of the air

Into a polestar pointed on an icicle.

Dylan Thomas

 

Lives in winter,

Dies in summer,

And grows with its roots upward!

Mother Goose

Done