There's no sound so beautiful
as falling icicles from branches
after a sleeting.
There will be no cracking
of branches or crying
of trees this winter's night.
Feb 9, 2010
Feb 9, 2010 at 7:27 AM UTC
There's no sound so beautiful
as falling icicles from branches
after a sleeting.
There will be no cracking
of branches or crying
of trees this winter's night.
© 2010 Lori Carlson
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