Prisms

My porch, a breezy haven in the summer, is not a place to linger in January. My winter visits are hurried things. Today, as I passed quickly though, I noticed that the antique prisms from a long ago chandelier hanging inside the windows were mirrored by natures prisms on the outside. The setting sun glinted rosily off all that ice and glass... a promise of warmer days to come... when the porch holds us in its peaceful grasp for long, happy hours.