A Frozen Place, Warm

• Brittany Sinclair, Grade 8
• Poetry
• 2012

Be still, be quiet,
The silent wisps of cold white…
Ice tears frozen warm.
The night’s shadow,
Harsh as the sun’s rays,
Envelop the colour,
The warmth is gone.
The ice stays frozen,
Cold until…
The heart that warms,
The frozen ice.
And once again,
There will be,
Ice tears frozen warm.