bleak and bright
the day awoke
shimmering with uncertainty
crystal lined the bay
the air
encrusted in ice
cooled thoughts of action
straying
a way into the morning
leaves hints of noon
that will soon be past
under the table
and the shadowed moon.

I like the 'Frozen in time' aspect of your title and poem.

This is an, enlightening read, pulls me right in, and wasn't what I, initally, thought it might be, and that's what gives it, it's, allure.

Nice job.

Blessed Be!
Aiyana