A Winter's Morn

Long blue shadows split
by crystal daggers,
sharp lines pressed against a pale blue sky -
laid bare for the grace
of nature to clothe in veils of white
that glitter like the diamonds
of the newly betrothed.
For nature is itself betrothed
to a promise -
a promise of longer days and new beginnings
second chances that masquerade as firsts,
and the beauty that always comes
with the promise of new life.