october sunlight

threaded as it is from beyond the veil
october's sunlight speaks with clarity
and truth, the world crystaline
begins to transmute into liquid,
what was dream becomes manifest
much like the harvest
the snow arrives, towards the end
of autumn, pointing northward
to the coming winter,
a hand reaches earthward, pointing
a weathered boney finger
at a sculpted man, swimming in crystal
bathing in heaven's silvery light
where man sees shoulders
the sculpture sees wings,
thus man is transformed into an angel
frozen yet birthed from a brick
of lake ice shimmering
with a laquer of white fire
pure yet fierce,tempered by the wild