Snow goddess sings
in mallard wings
through frosted dawn.
Wink of another moon
she paints across eastern skies
and a new season 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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Stunning photo…and beautiful words
Thanks so much for your kind words and stopping by my blog! The photo was taken in between the little towns of Delta and Hotchkiss in western Colorado, about a half hour from my home.
Beautiful!!! Making me miss the mountains ~ en joy the season. Love you, Sandy
Thank you Sandy! Happy Solstice! Much love to you!
you make the snow seem more appealing with this ode… i admit, it’s one of my least favourite things about living up here…
Aw, keep smiling through the storm, Audrey! It’s the Snow Goddess!! (though I truly understand – especially when I need to travel to the Front Range … )
Yum!
MmmmmMMM! Thank you Roberta!