2018

And just like that we've slipped into another year.

But it's already six weeks old, with so many events, experiences, holidays, family, church, dinners, guests, trips, building, and everyday routines in the past.

And like two years ago we woke up to beauty that frequents the North Country in February.

Ice!

I wrote this poem two years ago on February 18, 2016 when we awoke to another.....

THE MORNING ICE

Diamond necklaces were flung down from the sky last night,

Caught in the tops of our eighty foot maple tree branches.

Or were they crystal chandeliers?

Majestically draped in those tree tops?

Cascading down from the heights,

Constructed secretly in the dark by tears and wind

Glittering, sparkling, captivating in the morning light.

Daggers, long and thin, droop from the low hanging branches.

Spears and swords,

Translucent sculptures,

Transitory art.

Beauty.