Tinkling icicles
dangle heavily on branches
glistening in bridal white and
looking glass silver
wisp of a breeze
radiates musical waves
vibrations
that dance across the snow
stirring out dreams
on the edge
of cold and
ice
awaiting
the sun to melt its prison
warm its roots and
route its
life’s blood coursing
upward
into its stem
pushing out
budding flowers
between spring’s
sweet
green
leaves
it will exhale…
and pollinate wanderlust
a breath
of warm caressing
air
Pressed between pages
of music
penned for tomorrows
melody
for now I watch
and listen
to winters song
Set inside
a crystalline tree
of chimes
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Written for jingles- Call for Thursday Poet’s Rally