Little by little, day by day
the temperature’s rising,
the snow is melting
and icicles are hanging on for dear life.
You can’t blame them, really.
They have only a limited time to shine
(bright winter sunshine is fairly hard to come by here)
and now they’re in a race against spring.
It’s a Catch 22.
Finally, they get to shimmer and glimmer
in the glorious, warm sun,
all the while drip-drop-dripping to the ground beneath,
knowing the end is near.
They could give in, give up.
But they resolve to glisten in the sun’s warm light
for as long as it will let them.
Unsure of what tomorrow will bring,
they bathe in the blue sky and reslish their chance to shine today.