Frozen eyes

And if my soul is a garden can I wither?

Winter has come, spring is gone

It's not quite frozen yet, but it's not warm

I feel I'm withering

And if eyes are the window to the soul

Are mine dull?

I heard they look like ice and I'm inclined to agree

They feel icy, like you could skate on them

They're not stormy, too frigid for that

I feel I'm withering

Though it's not quite frozen

It's something close