she strides the snow in sure-footed inclines
dog-led past juniper and slumbering gardens
her face in coyote fur like spring's promise
her blonde hair a solar aura, her smile
thins the ice capping the sleepy lake
and me, and the endless winter day
so that even the wind turns back from her
the cold North Wind, stilled
and stands by me, like a friend,
gaping and smiling sidelong at the sight
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