Kingdom of Ice

     Squirrel King

crystal jewels adorn
bewhiskered muzzle
twitching nostrils 
longing for seasonal
dank, damp and
musty scents 
of sunny earth
leafy sky highways
replacing ice
crusted thrones
forcing you
to survey your
frozen kingdom
on slippery slopes
in search of spring

For the Record, 
This day came in cold and bright  with the elusive promises of warmer days.

All hands healing