And quietly,

In a corner he sat,

No longer shiny, …

Thoughts,

Come and go.

But words, …

When the world,

Feels icy cold,

I often ask, …

Only later,

Looking back,

Did he realize, …

The ice-covered,

Hardened ground,

Too will melt. …

It is there,

In the cold,

Icy shadows, …

To awaken with a smile,

On New Year’s Day,

At peace, …

The years,

Like daylight fade.

And as the sun sets, …

It is the scars,

Discarded on the ground,

That I need to find, …

On rare,

Sunny winter days,

When ice on trees, …

Sweetness,

Comes to you,

Naturally. …

When the tree is bare,

Everyone picked,

Yet you remain, …

Stars,

Shine as brightly,

As they can. …

Creativity,

Innocence and freedom,

Were in time replaced, …

Her icy smile,

Is frozen in my mind.

For many years now. …

How dull,

Life would be,

If everyone’s color, …

Only recently,

Did I realize,

That to wake up, …

I used to think,

To deeply feel,

Was a gift. …

Maybe angels,

Do have wings,

With open hearts, …

Not even winter’s,

Cold sunny glance,

That welcomes shadows, …