The icicles paint us in snow, cold rain and drops of frost- sky blue and storm gray and all the hues in between. Leave me to rot- earth tones of brown and pink and human flesh. Decomposition of the physical form; degradation of the heart. We are left as trees, rooted firmly to the ground, slowly letting our trunks carry us farther away and into the sky. #poem #poetry #poemoftheday #freeverse #nature #trees #metaphor #color #blonde #sad by mezzanineangel28