So cold it burns your hand.
So slick it slides through your grip.
So sleek, translucent, transparent.
December’s ice cycle.
Author notes
We're having an ice storm right now, so that's what inspired this poem.
A contest entry
- 20 words by Melissa Gayle.
500 points, ended December 19, 2008, 25 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
