An ice storm came to my town—
with booms and explosions
it brought tree limbs down.
Fierce thunderous cracks woke us up in the night,
would trees pierce the walls
of our bedrooms?
—They might!
We scrambled in bed with the grownups so tight
while ice murdered maples throughout the long night.
Mom lit a candle,
Jim found a flashlight,
I trembled
in awe
and in fear
...and delight!
In the morning the whole world stood still.
I crept to the window
and gripped the wood sill.
Our yard was a jumble of trees—it was mad.
Had our car been destroyed
by a tree trunk?
—It had!
Icicles glittering bright, and pine boughs,
power lines twisted, the havoc was bad.
Our neighbors’ roof—busted
by ice, cold and white.
I stared out
in awe
and in fear
...and delight!
Greetings and happy winter. It seems posting one poem a week has been a misnomer. I see my last post was two months ago! If you’re seeing this, be sure check out the many poets and poetry bloggers at the Poetry Friday Roundup. This week the host is Amy at The Poem Farm.
