Icy tree under the fire sky
holds on to her shine, grips
her tender fingers with diamond
drops and defies him to threaten
her with his heat. She is proud,
stands at the top of the rise,
tips back her head and sings.
Her frozen limbs swing to catch
late day light, sparkle and know
she belongs this way, shining
through angry fire. He closes in,
trying to melt her delicate ice,
but she holds it higher, her promise,
until fire has melted, receded,
and all that remains behind
is the blue glow of hope.