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She laces this dark late winter's evening
with white manna grace,
flowing flying frosting
folding in and over and around
dark naked tree limbs

Dressed up and out 
under ice limned networks
down in-flowing rivers
emptying onto cold cover
of frozen lace-flake 
shivering shimmering
sad season

Hovers over what had been
pedestrian front predation lawn,
now transforming and mesmerizing
ecstatic ice crystals

Twinkle in response
as their ice-flame children
follow in post solstice pilgrim path
to die their individuality
within this here-now scurried view.

I smile, perhaps flirtatiously,
within shy winter's virgin dream,
a stubborn storm of snow 
softly settling
quieter than white noise still
so so civilly right,
a silent black then white
bright moving set
frames a roundly wonderful life.

S/he is not smiling back;
I know that

But I feel this cold embrace
teasing tickling of too-perfect beauty,
hope imagining S/he could sleep 
within heaven's blanket

Dream down Her winter's rain
for deep composting thirst
to drink through walls of hibernating glad
brewing spring's warmest winding offer.

This could go on all night
free of freezing fright

This reverse stalking
inside window peeper out
across front and back porches

Glazing Gaia's grace 
elational transfiguration,
silent musing ecodrama
shows off Her magic show
for those with ears to see 
through silent first snow 
of momentous perennial occasion

Falling just in time
to brighten this sad day for dreams
of Beloved black in white Communions
spreading EarthMother's silent storm

Of love,
impossible to ever sleep 
deep same again

Unlikely to become unlover,
to uncover
supremely white slippery cover.

Such elegant purgation grace!
I would dishonor Her
to break such silent sleep 
within surrender's coldly storming space.

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