If the cold must remain then I can embrace it swaddle my limbs lace the boots walk into the woods where the silence penetrates my crusty surface and the chickadee pins it over my lips. I follow animal tracks to the river in search of eagles as creatures huddle under the disturbance. No luck there but the hoarfrost more than suffices as close examination has me spellbound. Bouquets of crystals lacy chevron plates glassy stalactites crowd onto the smallest of twigs. World of wonder imagined in the stillness by the cold and winter’s dew. As I leave the woods a cluster from a high, unnoticed branch falls onto my head like a benediction.