she’s a natural here
winter woods
snow, snow melt
grainy slabs of basalt
yet tense, fearful
grief has her
here where once she strode
now she’s dimmed
so fruitless to say
time heals — nothing heals, though time
blurs, softens, mutes
& nothing stops
pain, ready
every second
to flare, to flame
yet sunshine on snow
boosts albedo
cools the earth
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