Icicles: A Poem
Frozen ice daggers,
Suspended in air,
Useless, dangling, waiting,
Once free liquid,
Now paused in motion,
Lingering until spring,
Dripping with anticipation,
To dissolve into original form.
More Winter Poetry
- A Windy Winter: A Poem
This poem is about a winter night scene. - Winter Jewels: A Poem
Every season brings its own emotions. Winter is magical; it makes way for spring. - Winter's Fall: A Poem
This is a poem about the end of winter and the beginning of spring.