For my husband

This poem is for my husband... who has been encouraging me in poetry writing... i'm not so sure i'm ready to be poet laureate for Canada yet...but a start will be made and we'll see where we go.  Dear Timothy has challenged me to write a poem for each week of the year...and since we're just still within the first week, i think i might be able to squeak something out... the subject i was given was the icestorm..
In a roundabout homage to a favorite childhood poem by Rose Fyleman (i believe)

Ice

I think ice is rather nice?
Its crunch is loud,
Its garment clear
We see it coat things far and near
It glitters in the winter sun
And makes it very hard to run
Encapsulating both large and small
No discriminating at all
Capturing pods and forgotten berry
Making walking very scary
A world transformed and glaz-ed o'er
A storm to marvel at God's power
The trees bowed down and swept the street
They seemed to almost accept defeat
Branches cracking, wires breaking
Everything in the wind is shaking
Safe at home, candles lit
Toasty warm with my husband, i sit