She’s a white queen with pretty feet of ice
on a year’s starting blocks, a cold killer,
consumpter, tragedy organizer
but she is also a clear and chique bride
who has scattered confetti on billions,
a new-child and a playful, gradual
enticer to light and daughter of wind,
howler and bellower in snowfull shapes,
bender of trees, isolator, thrasher,
tester of cowering blood-hot humans:
in awe of her strength we are forced inwards,
warmwards, to a log fire, hearth; each other.
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