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 dress up and out under icey liminal networks of down and in-flowing rivers, empty onto cold cover of frozen lace-flake sea, hovers over what had been our pedestrian front lawn, now transforming and mesmerizing diastatic ice crystals twinkle in response as their ice-fire children follow in post solstice pilgrim path to die their individuality within this here-now view. I smile, perhaps flirtatiously, with this shy winter's virgin dream, a stubborn storm of snow softly settling quieter than white-noise still quietly, so so civilly, right, a silent black and white moving set frames a wonderful life. She is not smiling back but I feel her cold embrace teasing tickling of too-perfect beauty, hope imagining she could sleep within this heavenly blanket dream down her winter's rain of deep composting thirst, drink through walls of hibernation brewing spring's warmest winding offer. This could go on all night this reverse stalk and inside window peeper out across front and back porches at Gaia's grace elational transfiguration, silent ecodrama major 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 renewal day for dreams of Beloved black with white Communities through this silent storm of love. Impossible to ever be the same again. Unlikely to become unlover. Such elegant purgation grace! I would dishonor her to not sleep within our silent storming space.