Shannon Hammond

English

14 July, 03:43

05:54

After a rain. They click upon themselves

As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored

As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.

Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells

Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away

You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

Which lines describe the ice wrapping the tree branches?

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As the breeze rises, and turn many-colored

As the stir cracks and crazes their enamel.

Soon the sun's warmth makes them shed crystal shells

Shattering and avalanching on the snow-crust-

But swinging doesn't bend them down to stay.

Ice-storms do that. Often you must have seen them

Such heaps of broken glass to sweep away

You'd think the inner dome of heaven had fallen.

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