The cathedral oaks are lacquered with a thin coating of ice. Outlining the dark branches in shimmering crystal, the only color disrupting the mundane are the 15 crimson cardinals decorating the barren but lively scene. Tiny icicles cling to branches as fingers grasping at the uncertainty of spring. Each day now grips us with anticipation of Persephone's return. Embrace the patience that lives in all of us.
I have enjoyed myself in snowy icey areas.
It is a crystalline world where even the
hint of warmth as from cardinal colors
would be an enchanting variation.
Thanks for the poetic imagery.