Look at what the sky dragged in today

Trees of glass have come, and I hope their branches stay at bay

Icicles trail down, so vast

I wonder if this will last

“Look at the bushes!” They all say

But I’ve already seen their leaves glazed and encased

The ice is like a crystal

Down the road, this car drives

It’s slick as oil

And we must strive

Up above, the power lines

Dangling ice set all aligned

The weather has knit lace throughout the city

Cold and wet, but still very pretty.