quietly in the dark
in condensed wet outside
tiny spires of ice
grew together in clusters
reaching, reaching far
into the sharp night air
before being blunted
by the inevitable sun
now gently filling
the clearest of skies

quietly in the dark
in condensed wet outside
tiny spires of ice
grew together in clusters
reaching, reaching far
into the sharp night air
before being blunted
by the inevitable sun
now gently filling
the clearest of skies