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Ice Castings

Deborah Guzzi

Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones,
tinkling icicles which ping as they melt, this sun warmed day.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed,
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.

Tinkling icicles which ping as they melt, this sun warmed day
licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
in the mirror-like majesty of a frosty ice draped morn.
All thatīs innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms,

licked by children as they play, sliding on a virgin crust of white
the ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow.
All thatīs innocent is clothed, encased, adorned in sturdier forms
too soon the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day

The ice embraces every sunlit surface with auric glow.
Lilac boughs appear egg white dipped, now over-glazed, amazed.
Too soon, the skeleton of night will melt within the heat day.
Have we dreamt the crystal morn, this day of beauteous bones?





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