Night’s darkening depths of cold
suspend iced stalactites like roof fringe,
vertical beds of melting snow
awaiting tomorrow’s frosty thaw
when the crystalized tapers will drip to life
under the glowing spotlight of sun,
dancing as they reach the ground,
pooling together for midday fun.
Your first two verses illustrate the picture perfectly. The last verse is for the imagination. Nice!
Thank you. It seems winter’s chill is here for a while so might as well enjoy it!