Silent Storm Seduction

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.