After the Ice Storm

by Mary E. Lowd

I can hear the ice
Falling from trees all around
An eerie sound
Like breaking glass
Or sudden rat-a-tat-taps
A firing gun as branches break
Cracking all at once
Then tinkling like aural glitter
As every shard
Rattles through ice-sheathed
On its way down
To the snow

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