As Seen in the Ice

There are reflections on all sides here in the northeast, seized as we are in the middle of an ice storm. Perfect day for reflecting, the prompt at One Deep Breath. Perfect for gazing at what stares back in droplets of ice, gasping at what echoes back in the daily indoor cavern of life on the inside—inside of a small suburban cape, replete with two young–uns 5 and under.

Ice coats rose bush buds.
See four seasons on all sides,
Spring in the shadows.

Look! I drew a bike!
A glimmer of confidence
in orange marker.

Imagine an imperfect diamond. Imperfect, yes, but resplendent with luminosity, with clear reflections on all sides, top, bottom, back, front. This is our little house, caught up on all sides by drooping fir trees, branches heavy with ice, short, green blades of grass, bent double with a crystal coating, shivering squirrels, made a shade grayer by a thin layer of ice.

Looks like night at noon.
Sun shines in talk of summer.
Light found in ice storm.

Bang trim reveals eyes,
toddler with grown woman face.
No mirror needed.

And here we are, the kids and I, skating along inside. Like a multi-faceted snow globe with real live people inside. Shake us up and read our haiku as they fall silently down…

Iced sunflower seeds
frozen in yellow feeder.
Birds hunger glistens.

Ice diamonds on trees,
squirrels, birds, children inside.
Stillness is a sound.

And last, because mommy’s shower always, always comes last…

In steamy mirror
Mother reflection or me?
Edges are blurred.