The First Ice Storm

The town is strung with crystal wires,
A spectacular view at the ice storm's height,
While carpets of silver drape the highlands,
And drooping branches are coated white.

What shining armor the shrubs wear?
A tantalizing glimpse of fairyland,
For beauty ever shall be such
When painted by a skillful artist's hand.

In time the spectacle vanishes.
Oh, what startling radiance it brought!
It was like a sudden arousal from a deep sleep,
That the enchantment is released, unsought.

by Joseph T. Renaldi

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