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.