Frost upon the glass

Misty smoke from a morning chill

Rose from the protruding spire

And the sun, it broke, deep on the horizon

Awakening it’s renewed fire.

All along, upon my glass 

sat crystal kisses of frost.

I stood and watched the day

Inch over what was lost

Oh, for the morning sung

It’s most beautiful, blissful song

Yet my eyes wandered to the glass

Knowing the time would soon be gone

For when the ice on the window, 

Finally took to disappear,

It fell as the sun rose 

A single iridescent tear.

At last I came to the realization 

Watching the fractals fade away

I fought the clear drips of blood

The massacre from a new day.