Crystalline Veil

Still silence.

Cold brilliance

Frozen in time.

Frosted to the surface.

Nothing but me and the air.

The stillness permeates.

My movement piercing the air around me.

Glittering hope of the potential the day to come holds

My dreams suspended, held atop the crystalline structure;

Whether they pan out is yet to be seen.

My thoughts captured by the way the light gleams off the frozen water,

Appearing to twinkle and sparkle as I shift my perspective ever so slightly from varying angles.

Tilting my head and my worldview at once.

In the same instance, a bird soars down from a branch and lands on the crisp, encrusted blades below.

As its feet make the connection with the surface and it produces a small hop,

Barely breaking the silence with the smoothness of its actions,

I contemplate what it must be like to be a plant out in the cold,

Holding my breath as the moisture in the air solidifies on the threshold of my existence.

My edges becoming defined

A barrier forming between my being and the air around me.

A cold shell; a hard exterior I possess only until the sun’s morning rays ignite the fire within me once more:

Warming me from the sparkle on my exterior to the spark in my core.

Thawing me out for the day.

Once I’m free from my frosty prison, I’ll sway

In the wind of the fresh new day’s breeze,

Causing a chill to the bone, felt even through my sweater’s sleeves.

Reminding me of the hot tea mug in my hands,

The steam swirling up, I breathe some in,

Grasp it tighter before I take a sip.

One more deep breath and return to my chair

Inside the warmth I left in there

To set foot in the real, raw, crisp, fresh morning air

To become one with the frost,

My heart, even when warmed, always still there.