The Journey of An Icicle

Startled little sparkle
Oozing in the morning sun,
Captivating clouds, cliffs and spotted green
you drop
Silently flop
Onto a heather-down of fresh winter snow.
You seep through moss and cobble slush to the brink.
Transformed, you slip into a sparking gush
of perfect clarity;
down to a sun-filled valley,
Gurgling as you go
Leisurely reminiscing
familiar clouds, craggy cliffs and spotted canopy of green.