The night was solid ice <br />Like crystal on everything <br />Frozen, clear and silent <br />The air wore an icy sting <br /> <br />Naked branches encased <br />In a sparkling winter dress <br />For they were totally embraced <br />By a freezing artic caress <br /> <br />Daggers of icicles formed <br />And hung from every tree <br />I snuggled into my coat <br />So cold it was for me <br /> <br />I grabbed my trusty camera <br />With my warm gloves in place <br />Aimed and snapped pictures <br />But nothing was done in haste <br /> <br />For it’s the magical time for <br />Artists and photographers too <br />To create the perfect picture <br />And I wrote this poem for you!<br /><br />Marilyn Lott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/night-of-solid-ice/
