I am opaque

Like a milky visage

On the face of a puddle.

Yet when I shiver,

The waters dance.

I have come to bring you back

To something you lost a long time ago.

Stare into my eyes.

Snow falls from a blue sky.

The frozen, lacy tears of angels, 

Shed for your sorrow,

Bring hopeful chills to a hot day.

Remembrance occurs.

Winter will follow the fall.

Then spring

And beauty will return to your heart’s meadows,

And in some rather unseemly time,

An ancient rhyme will ring

And new life, in the bell tones.

-jenn