John Rickell

Rookie - 235 Points (november 1945 / York)

Icicles - Poem by John Rickell

Morning, breaking icicles decorate the crabs
crystal chandeliers snapping in the sun
tinsel on the lawn to melt and merge.
Leafless January crisp and clear awaiting snow,
as adventurous aconites peep and say ' Hello'
A scarf about my throat,
memories of Christmas, flaming pudding, silly hats
waiting February's bitter cold
looking to March and daffodils.

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, February 20, 2014

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