Winter’s Beneficence (Poem)

Outside, my tears will freeze.

Why not do this?

Bejewel my face with sorrow,

Diamantine drops fissured with loss,

Gauzy breath a mourning veil,

White with the purity of grief.

Frigid winter honors anguish,

Its elegiacal landscape befitting bereavement.

I bow my head in thanks,

And glittering gems fall to the ground.