She stands alone,
Snowflakes clinging to her lashes.
Watching the landscape turn,
dazzling white before me.
The season of cold,
The season of death,
The world needing this time
Needing this time to renew itself.
As the snows fall her thoughts turn
to focus on a roaring fire and mug of cocoa.
Life will begin anew when the frosts melt,
when the snows turn to allow flowers to bloom once more.
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