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