Variable Verglas

A single raindrop hesitates

As it dribbles down the sill

The wind whistles winters form and fate

Giving way to her frosty will

Halting all forward motion, encased in a silvery sleeve

Holding fall in place to wish on frosted clover

Dancing on thin ice, in the rustling of leaves

Teeth chatter as her stiffened prisoner, whispers to her lover

Drips of light break through the pines

Casting spotlights on the fallen

Crunching twigs of trees that have gladly resigned

But live on and will not be forgotten

Recycled for nest and burrows in their hibernation

Holding off the bite of winter’s frigid frost

Silence carries her melodious sounds as vibrations

Tap, falling like dreams into the glass