Freezing Rain

You think you know my dense caress,

My moping whine against your chest;

You think you have me understood,

My endless frozen tears and death.

You think my snow and slush and sleet

And heavy grey, and dragging feet

Betray my deepest, hidden self

Of dark depression, stained conceit.

But then you wake and look outside

The morning after I've applied

My sparkling touch; I've left the trees

Encased in joy solidified.