Snow goddess sings
           in mallard wings
             through frosted dawn.        
               Crease of moon, 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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Poudre Canyon Trail Mid-Winter, Colorado