Hot Ice

Every limb ice-beaded and

glittering in sunlight,

the trees are a dazzle of jewels.

Incandescent ice daggers hang

flashing from the eaves,

dripping, dripping.

Soon looted of every gem,

tiffany woods turn leaden, but

diamonds blaze in the driveway.

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