dreaming of evergreen

I am not a lover

of numb fingertips

.

I was a summer child

and I cling to late sunsets

like a raft bobbing at sea

.

but this morning—

I lift my eyes

and see the miracle of crystal

clinging to every branch

glittering

like the mythic winter wonderland

we all imagined as children

back when we dreamed

before we trekked to work every morning

frozen sidewalks

crunching under feet

.

but here it is, real

right before my eyes

as I walk to catch the train

green leaves still remain

resting beneath a blanket of frost

the wind sings a song

of frozen branches clinking

like wind chimes breaking

.

I can see my breath,

a tiny cloud of me

reminding me

to breathe deep

to breathe slowly

and take this in.

.

and maybe still dare

to dream a little

in this landscape of ice