The insistence of freezing rain
Can darken an entire town,
Bringing a million branches down,
Taxing the chainsaw and the crane . . .
Or it can glaze limb and berry
So lightly it melts as it grows
And only the frailest twig bows . . .
This, the weight we all carry.
This ice vanishes in an hour,
Once the sun ceases to hide,
But before the bushes have dried
Great murmurs of starlings devour
Without desperation or greed
Every trace of flesh and seed.
Note: Photograph by the author.
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