By Jessica Davis

Mid October
        He
came into being

Found, mature body
        though not mind
that morning of the first frost

He was
        glacial blue eyes
        silver needle hair
        A prowling stalactite
                –-still is

The sky casts confetti snow
        to welcome his coming
He wraps the realm in winter

Which loves
        this human body
        that has captured
        an ice elemental
                He is

Trapped, forever
        incomplete