Icicle Eyes

When her stare spreads in glacier glares,
icicles eyes so frigid and frozen,
you know it is winter in her heart.

How for sake of love gone by
there is still a wish for spring again
to see that smile return
so fill with warmth and affection.

The snow over her mood
came slowly at first,
until the seconds became a drift in distance.

Upon that tundra call our home,
blizzards blew their steady freeze,
gone was the fire, the roaring flame,
December lasted all year long.

Somewhere inside I vowed
this snowman spirit would melt,
I wouldn’t let it turn life and spirit
into an ice box.

Finding the moment when I could
ignite the fireplace she had inside,
tears the sign that snow was changing to rain,
and once more we would be planting
our soil was planted
with seeds to sprout
all the blossoms we call our shared joy.