Glinting Glass

Glinting on branches
suspended low
over spring swollen
rushing Gaspereau river
torrents of agitated brown
water rising white over rocks
are rounded jewels of ice
astonishing wonders
fanned out from the shore
on forks
ephemeral beauties
that sparkle outright
when the sun emerges
fleetingly
from the grey cover

such unexpected delights
uplift the Widow Wyile
and make her smile