Framed mirrors on the wall,
To turn the sight back into self,
To look behind and grasp reflection,
Framed mirrors on the wall,
Held up as windows into plain sight,
Left there on walls to behold later.

The blues hues,
Sit lighty in a hazy snooze,
And all the world is frozen.

The earth and heavens subdued,
Together in a glacial muse,
And the flowers are hidden in austere blankets.

The snow is lingering a little longer.