Icicles crack
& the sound is carried
like zephyrs
over granular snow
whispering good tidings.
They taper off
to the green sprouts
crying out,
infected by
the warmth
of the horizon-sun,
rising in reverence
to greet
the barren day.
Jun 24, 2014
Jun 24, 2014 at 6:13 AM UTC
Icicles crack
& the sound is carried
like zephyrs
over granular snow
whispering good tidings.
They taper off
to the green sprouts
crying out,
infected by
the warmth
of the horizon-sun,
rising in reverence
to greet
the barren day.
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