Polar Vortex - below zero in Michigan

Here is a family of brilliant icicles hanging from the eaves of a frame house. They are clear as glass and too cold to drip.

I congratulate the icicles on their severity. I am at a loss for words.... It's probably best to write about winter in the summer.

Here's a short poem by Jamie Gerard:

Popsicles!

Ice popsicles

Are hanging from

My windowsill!

But it’s a trick!

For if I lick

I’m certain that

My tongue would stick!