A fringe of icy fingers hangs from the eaves
Pointed reminders of winter’s wonders
Formed in a duel of melting and freezing
A transparent weapon, settling a point of honor
Dual duels
The battle between winter and spring
Separate, yet united
Freezing and thawing simultaneously
Only a matter of degrees
And yet, not
Transparency fixed and transfixed
Tiny frozen waterfalls
Stalactites transported from caves
Discovering what it means to be 32
At the mid-point of life
Opposites, freezing and melting
Meeting, merging
At once identical, yet unique
No longer one, but not yet become the other
On the verge of a new identity
Merged
© Diane S. Jones 3 March 2018
Note: I wrote this
while watching the icicles outside our family room window, the day after our
major snowstorm the day before. I
thought about how icicles form: the
freezing temperature of water is 32 degrees, and the melting point of ice is 32
degrees. It is a fascinating
phenomenon. After I wrote this, I found
a second definition of transfixed:
pierced with a sharp implement or weapon!
