Ice storms came with rain, then slush,
Then freezing-dripping-freeze again,
Creating thicker frozen layers.
Our valley saw the sparkling gleam
Of lovely frosty scenes for those
Who dream romantic works of art.
But in the hills the freezing-dripping- freezing
Led to clicking, snapping, groaning, bending,
Breaking, smashing, crashing devastation.
Sugar maples, stately in their prime,
Surrendered this year’s sweetness to the power
Rained down by nature’s massive beastly blows.
And yet the single blades of grass
Stood straight and tall, encased, enclosed,
Embraced by ice that toppled trees.