Winter’s Mistique

Deep Winter and the crystal icicles
outside the window are hanging,
forming
into people’s faces I once knew now gone,
watching
them melt away out of the corner
of my eye while rainbows danced
beneath
their skin shimmering, shining,
translucently swirling quick silver
reflecting
distorted images of white icy trees,
bending,
their frozen branches
reaching
for the ground to escape
her vaporized breath,
crystallized
salty tears, eyes searching the
the grayness of the sky,
taunting –
a rabbit takes refuge elsewhere from her
once eloquent, now paralyzed stature
holding
the sun behind a veil
of a Texas winter’s ruthless mystique.