ICE STORM (A Poem)

ICE STORM

Ice came silently

in the night,

covering grass,

coating branches and fences.

Morning light glittered

on frozen stems

and bushes.

Powerlines sagged

under icy weight.

Crowns swayed

ponderously,

bending earthward,

then cracked and fell.

Ice showered down

like tiny shards

of glass.

Quiet of night

fled before

creaks and groans

of dying trees,

and broken twigs

pattered onto rooftops,

each cluster of buds

a crystal globe.

© 2003 Celia A. Sgroi