white frost
streaks her hair
smooth ice-sculpture skin of youth
stroked by cracks
wrinkles that have weathered life
skin once firmly packed sags
in the mirror
a figure she doesn’t recognize
but she laughs
budding spring beauty
summer rose that danced through seemingly timeless
evenings
restless rebellion came with fall
withering, yearning
but winter, sweet winter
fills her heart with warm memories
resignation, acceptance
life well-lived
a spirit that will never die
winter’s rose smiles
prepares for eternal life