there is clarity in the cold
of a prairie deep-freeze day
unlike what you find
in the boring heat of summer
these sky-blue, frozen space times
where everything is brighter
and you can see the edges
of a once blurry world
these days of hope
and freezing to death
all in one confused tangle
telling us that in the end
the sun is not for warmth
but to show us the reality of all things