Sweet devil's foid cake freshly baked
Is there any dessert more tasty?
Capturing our minds,
And capturing our hearts
Sweet devil's food cake
Quite a dream with ice cream!

My heart is not ice.
It is a lie to fool those
who are too greedy.

The distinctive crack of shifting ice
echos in fearful ears
and time seems to stand still.
A graceful dark mass nears
then stills as much as you.

Eyes follow the near invisible crack
that zig zags its danger
to shift weight would be insane.
Lock eyes with the shadow stranger
are they there to help you?

The cracking ice sound silenced
the song of warming nature
and nothing could be heard.
The shadow lacks temperature
and you've always lacked patience.

There's water pooling from warmth
walking on ice in such weather
is a poor decision at best.
A shadow weighs less than a feather
while you weigh like many rocks.

Waiting for night to freeze again
is too long of a tempestuous wait
so slide your feet and your mass.
The shadow watches you aggravate
the ice so much that it breaks.

The ice breaks more as you struggle
but you were too far out
the nature remains silent.
The shadow lingers as you shout
and even after the sounds stop.

Time passes and the silence leaves
nature's voices echo contagiously
the lingering shadow hovers.
It reaches for the water shamelessly
pulling at the tragedy so patiently.

And out it pulls a shadow
of who you used to be.
Both float away from the ice
and dissipate in the trees.

I stood on a snowy hilltop
My hands pale as the ice beneath my feet

As the sun peaked its face out
From behind the redwoods

I was reminded of your summers touch
How I would never feel cold again.

Ice is a form to gaze inside
like mirror making one dream
of sugar plum fairies.
Of ice castles where rooms invite
a poet wander to visit.

Ice is a frozen menagerie to observe
in a third eyes view
where rainbows are trapped
only for a time
until freed by a wish.

Yes ice is a gift
from natures song of crisp tunes.
Meant to skate on in a
winter wonderland moment
where reindeer fly
and one can harness their dreams.

Ice is a form to gaze inside like mirror
making one dream
of sugar plum fairies.

Ice is water chilled
to take ice skates out of closets
and glide in natures beautiful landscape.

Ice forms cautioning all to tread carefully
otherwise one may be laid-up in bed.

Ice requires one to slow down
when in driving mode
so accidents don't happen.

Ice becomes an icicle
that hangs in beauty.
for any photographer nearby to click away.