The fear of missing out snow in the sun

 

Like glinting slivers of glass

perfectly formed like

Jesus on ice

Utterly,

heartbreakingly

breathtakingly

 

magical.

Whereupon, one touch

my fingers are

collateral.

 

The ice crystal

ephemeral

ethereal

as cold as they are

 

beautiful.

Be prepared to watch them

all melt away

slip between your frozen

 

fingers.

As dead as they are

They only leave you wanting more.

Trigger

 

you to touch them.