Silver Lace

Ice crystals on the windows,
The wind calm,
The woodstove taints shadows,
With smoky light smells drifting,
On wind calm,
Wrapping around cold shifting
of persons wrapped from cold.
Silver lace
Scrapping them just moments old
Car exhaust stinking shadows
Melting lace
formed in darkness on windows,
swirling calm
as away they are now rushing.