Breathe

Darts of melting ice
framing a perfect scene.
A yellow house, with only two windows lit
and your own shivering breath
are all that sustain you
it seems.

Like a dream, young trees
held up with wood stilts rock
so unsteady in the darts and cold breath of
winter nights. Car lights
ahead promise something
uncertainty.

You feel like singing, or maybe just making a sound
but sometimes the lights and the cold and rain are enough.