I’ve been looking at icicles the last two days

I admire their form and the way they hang

All crystal-like, sharp as a knife

Clinging to roofs, dangling from cars

Dazzling from tree branches, shining like stars

What do they remind me of?

Strangely enough, people

Some are just hanging on

Some are shining like celebrities

Pretty on the outside but frozen underneath

See through but that’s not true

If you get too close, they might cut you

Or fall down on you as you walk by

Icicles could just be the tears of the houses

Or the sweat of the cars

Whatever they are

They sure catch my eye

In the 20 degree day I observe them

They are vicious like daggers

Nothing but the sun concerns them

Delicate like glass

Everyone waits for winter to pass

Before they know it, unsuspectingly, they will shatter