for hours
before it arrived
we could hear
branches of trees rustle uneasily
then ice crystals formed
in perfect math
as stones by the barn
covered themselves in frost
snow and frozen shards
fell in cascades
diamonds and white sapphires
cover the prairie
sharp as knives
lethal
in our home
we wrap our arms
around each other
and wait for eternity to pass
— Marie Asner
Marie Asner is an entertainment reviewer in the greater Kansas City area and with Chicago outlets. She has had regular appearances on KCUR-FM (Kansas City NPR). Marie is a free lance writer, poet, workshop presenter and past member of Kansas Arts on Tour.
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Nice, reminds me of the ice storm many years back that left us with out power for six nights. We slept in front of the wood stove, read by candle or lamp light, ate what we could rummage up, & used the campstove on the back porch. Great memories of when my boys were small and in awe. Once we ventured out it was the most beautiful & amazing sight, for the frost on the trees & everything glazed in glistening ice crystals. You gotta have respect for mother nature. I’ve never seen anything like it again.
I like your line “ice crystals formed in perfect math.” An accurate accounting of an ice storm.