Frigid In December

The leafless woods, frigid in December Allowed me in, Like a needle in a haystack, Just so I could feel The fondness of familiar love ….. A forest landscape Luxurious as the icicles That hung thick as steel From the trees, Sunlight piercing each one Into a separate crystalline Flash of prism light Removing any thought Of a winter void, So that only the astounding Gift of light Surrounded Any remnant of fear Absorbing it into The languid moment Of a frozen river Turning it back into The boldness of An everlasting hope.