• Thick with ice and snowfall sure,
    The landscape stands cold and demure.
    Fixed and frozen my feet stand secure,
    Still standing in wait, spring continues it is fate.

    How long is left to breath and be fair?
    While still it turns white in the dusk-time air.
    Feet slowly thawing and with great care
    Ponder the cost, to discover what is lost.

    Shall I hurl myself through the ice to be free?
    With soul and spirit new, akin to flee,
    To revel in the unknown; in not knowing me
    Running headlong into the slush; silent watching in a hush.

    The thaw approaches steady and fast,
    Time is slowing my hold cannot last,
    Warmth of bright sunshine will destroy my cast.
    And there standing amidst it all, will be a chance to fall.