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.

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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?