Snow goddess sings in mallard wings through frosted dawn. Stretch of light she paints across eastern skies and a new morning rises. Reflected in whirled ice she lounges by creek bank in snowdrifts, coaxing, teasing water with old stories until it gurgles, chortling beneath solid surface. Snow goddess ecstatic in blizzard becomes the oak tossing her branches. In rapture she leaps, tickling twigs, across the night sky embracing Orion and so sparks the kindling of a fire, needed, this cold winter, built to keep children warm. |
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