The Icicles are Calling

the mood outside today

 

The icicles are calling

Can you hear them?

 

Drip

 

Drip

 

Frozen in time

Like memories

 

Allow them to form

Allow them to fall

 

Chasing prisms

Reflecting life

 

The icicles are calling

Can you hear them?

 

They echo

Like the raindrops

Crackled

Distorted

 

Ever flowing

Over flowing

 

Allow them their beauty

Allow them their pain

 

I hear them calling my name

Reviews

[Mark]

You write of water, in it's many forms. Hmm ...

Nice one.