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Christina: Ice Storm


Last night an ice storm raged
and in the morning,
when the sun rose high
in the fair blue sky,
the trees looked as though
they were dressed in
jewels and sparkly things.

I passed, and the Poet
in me thought:
How beautiful! How nice!

I imagine, though,
that the naked trees
thought the jewels
were only "ice".

©Copyright circa mid 1960s by Christina