A white veil covers me, I fight to stay green.
How long before the cold takes over?
Frozen over, doesn’t matter much
Rigid was my nature before the ice.
Now I am beautifully rigid, an enigma.
Held up by that which should cover me
Standing but frozen in place.
Should I be hopeful?
Often means dashed hopes
but only for a season ….
Half frozen or half melted?
Depends on who you ask,
The sun or the clouds.
Depends on who’s time it is.
Depends on what direction you face.