Friday, February 4, 2011

Crackling Ice

I'm getting a lot of mileage out of this laundry line.

Every day is different. And I never know what I'm going to see when I look out the back door.

Big news this morning....

The two icicles have become one.

I think they got married last night. 
Just a few days ago, they were two single icicles. Hanging out on the laundry line. Dripping away. Getting longer. Remember them when?

Wonder what they'll look like tomorrow.


I'll leave you with this excerpt from "The Rime of the Ancient Mariner" by Samuel Taylor Coleridge:

And now there came both mist and snow
And it grew wondrous cold:
And ice, mast-high, came floating by,
As green as emerald.

And through the drifts the snowy clifts
Did send a dismal sheen:
Nor shapes of men nor beasts we ken--
The ice was all between.

The ice was here, the ice was there,
The ice was all around:
It cracked and growled, and roared and howled,
Like noises in a swound!

I love the way this poem reads aloud. Perfect meter.

And you'll have to look up swound. I did. Can you tell I was an English major?


  1. This is really the best way to enjoy ice - from afar!

  2. hahahah..I thought it (swound) was a typo!Maybe it's another one of those "lost" words...