Snow's gentle hand has touched the trees
She has touched their rough brown skin with a vail of purity
She seems warm
Clinging to their sides to wait for Spring.
Beneath the arms
She covers the cold moist earth
As a soft blanket that says
You are Mine, I will melt into you.
Beneath the soft surface of Her beauty,
Hard ice grabs and clings,
Struggles against the union
She cannot prevent.
In the new day
The trees will turn green
The earth will have taken Her fertility
From Her watery life and from the earth
The trees and thorns will grow
But now
All is soft and light and peace and beauty.
And I know
She cannot hide my injustice forever.