Ice trees

Winter unpacked its belongings: Aspens, birches, bayberries, Evergreens faded gray, Brood and blaze on the other side of heat. Veins hold moon-colored blood, Embrace stillness, preserve the breath Of the moment in each frozen heart And holds each meager sun-ray Like a small candle in an empty cathedral. Ice is a kind of summary of endless knots Tied into persistent fingers Who know and sense when to untie The shifting shadows in the first moment of thaw