Do you see yonder ....

This morning
as the light grew
soft
pink-hazed to cool winter sky--
frost
lay thick thick as stone upon our 1936 windows
ice crystals awaiting their glazed scry
trapped against the dawn
and this
crisp
biting morning
what secrets revealed
what promise unfurled
in the trails of prism'd frostwork
abstract layers of frozen dreams & prophecies
paused & pressed

suddenly
it is hours later
and the sky is the palest blue
the sun shines
and the frost has vanished
no trace
no revelation
no foretelling

only
shine