Icicles Poem by Rhonda Baker

Lately icicles have been hanging all around
You can find them on buildings all over town
They hang from the roof just outside my door
Some so long they have reached the floor
As a child, to every kid they were to be prized
The most valuable depended upon their size
Crystal decorations, hanging from rooftops
Enticing you like frozen ice cream pops
Sunlight dancing off them, like diamonds to the eye
Maybe they’ve gone unnoticed, as you were passing by