I breathe in the crystal frost and I am silenced,
The pricking sting sniping at my upturned face.
I welcome it with warmth of breath and icy heart;
It numbs me.
Tears mingle with the falling snowflakes,
Smoothing the spiteful holly with soothing comfort.
But soon they too are hardened and frigid,
Hibernating in a dormant cocoon.
Winter long I am a statue
Awaiting the melting resurrection of spring.
But the season stretches, unrepentant.
My crystalline heart beats brittle.
I fear with one more frost it may shatter,
Each piece a frozen shard of bitter regret.
Morning brings chill wind but a thawing smile
Welcomes the ray of sunshine contouring my cheek.