farewell to you
lady of winter
the train of your dress
still slides over
moss and pine needle
as you retreat into the woods
to walk in loneliness
until spirits of the North return
the rabbits coat can still be seen
a tribute to your beauty
birds, no longer under threat
of popsicle induction
land softly
their song mourns your passing
yet welcomes in The New
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