She waves her branches, a fan dancer, twirling and spinning in the wind
Wild frenzy or gentle ripples, laying bare her soul to the whims of the elements
Frost glints, opals sparkling as she waves, throwing gems to the ground
Free to move yet grounded to the earth.
Aspiring to beauty even in dormancy, taking advantage of icy breeze’s to dance
Languid whispers thru outstretched limbs, extolling others to join
Root and trunk, limb and branch, swaying to the century’s old rhythms of nature
Sights seen, memories, lost to time immemorial
Sunlight strong changes opals to Diamond drops falling to the dirt
Laying bare this grand dame once again, naked to the world
Dame of Frost