Winter is on my head, but eternal spring is in my heart. ~Victor Hugo, French poet, novelist, and dramatist (Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame)
Shivering as the north wind howls
Ice clings to evergreen boughs
When will spring return?
March 20 or thereabouts
Don’t give it another doubt
This mess will melt soon!
When temperatures finally climb above the freezing mark
And the sun shines brightly in the winter sky above,
Icicles hanging from the eaves of most houses
Begin to melt and drip in tapering shapes.
And gradually the warmth turns ice
Into cold water that’s destined
To refreeze overnight until
The same thing happens
The very next day, and
Eventually, drip by
Drip, the entire
In a pool
P.S. Poetic form is a Shape Poem.