Winter coats the leaves with Her frost,
all white lace and crystals.
In the stillness of night, the shivering
snow spins downward while She
weaves Her sunrises from the ice,
and dyes their clouds pink, so the stars
can sleep, the moon can rest, the powder
can fall and cover the dying world.
She blankets Autumn’s leaves with Her
frozen fingers, a silent partnership
which will once again give
the earth life and meaning.