Dame of Frost

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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

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