clotted clouds, ice spurs
encase black fractal branches –
still the sun peeps through
The aftermath of an ice storm in Iowa, especially when the sun shines on the ice, creates a stunning, dazzling landscape, a glass blower's fantasy. It is also incredibly damaging. The ice builds up, layer upon layer, coating and encasing every surface, layer after layer, bending down everything that can bend and breaking whatever cannot bear the weight.