The first winter here,

Icicles reminded me

Insulation was needed.

Today, they are

A line of teeth

of the Abominable

before Hermey the

dentist extracted them.

They are xylophone keys

to tap out a fa la la.

They are stalactites,

Sun catchers all in a row.

Potential daggers.

Probable lollipops.

Chop sticks for

Eating ice cream?

There is a point

To this poem.

I’ll get to it

Eventually.