icicles are gone
the last drip must have sounded
unheard in the night
icicles are gone
the last drip must have sounded
unheard in the night
hanging in midair
blue heron before splashdown
not a care in world
trees in silhouette
only shapes in sea of white
arms raised to heaven
drip drop drip drop plop
sound of ice melting from roof
music to cold ears
black ice on front porch
biggest challenge at the start
journey of great worth