Looking out my windows
there was quite a sight to see,
Long rows of icicles staring back at me
Like diamonds hanging from the roof
and formed just overnight,
shaped like pointed daggers
that sparkle in sunlight
They melt, drip and re-freeze
into a waterfall of ice,
both pretty and dangerous
they sure do look nice
But, with some four feet in length
they must be knocked down,
sounding much like wind chimes
as they crash to the ground
When walking out the door
There's something I would dread,
It's having some of those daggers
dropping on my head
So, from my ice castle perch
It's really the smart thing to do
whispering "good bye" to them
and hopefully this cold winter too.
Elaine MacMullen, Meriden