Frost Faeries
They came on the chill of a windless night
with faces of glass, diamond eyes, startled hair –
the air crackling and splintering
before their icy breaths.
On brittle wings they hovered
and with spindled fingers etched in ice
upon my sleeping window
intricate fronds and filigrees, unicorns, dragons,
demons, whirling divas, souls of songs –
Sunlight-captured, burning bright and clear.
Waking now, I still hear strands of laughter
as they skate away – stealing
those far flung crystal mornings.
