somewhat childish

[celare]

for days now
trees have been all ice
and winter more than just a word
and snow on snow came raining down

and I, north,
the sun, west
ever west for setting
looked on the trees
and laughed at the shine

and sighed and we
the sun and I
walked to hold
an icy branch
and try to breathe some warmth
through a half inch shell of glass
it came away in my hand
branch and bud and stem
embedded in ice

thawing gently in my palm.
and repentant,
I offered it to the sun
who is older than I
and could
perhaps
fix it.