Maya Angelou

Me!
the world is frozen hard, here
icy charms lay, heavily, on every branch.
the textures are astounding
and shockingly sureal.

colors have changed from greens and blues and golds
to white and grey.
and you just know,
as i throw my head back and scream
and my breath fogs out and all around--
this would be enough to shatter it all,
the icy beauty on the outside,
the hollow insides,
where the sap runs deep and rivers through, aching.