Winter Aura

Sharp shimmering streak of white,
gleams,
cascading down the bleak stroke of her ebony taut hair ,
trickling and breaking,  
as bright sparks in a symphony of dying fire,
the flare violently whirling into its ashen knees,
shriveled from its effloresce steeple,
It's luminous embers swimming,
through the arctic cloud quilted northern sky's of December,

Nimbly flowing deep inside floe a still drapery weaved ,
from a winter waterfall,
trapped in its chest a silent, rapid, Polaris flash of,
frost crystalline reflection,
lost against the jagged back splash of eternities endless wall,
under the obsidian cloak of a sleeping concave moon;

Manic as the swift descending ripple and soft clapping
of an open book left to flutter, crippled, hooked in the cold choke-hold of the whispering dyslexic wind,  
running its pass tickling the pasture's numb fingers, crushing the timber's weeping limbs,
waking the earth's unshaken forests,
shedding frozen tear's from their naked boughs
only to continue in linger awaiting this year's rebirth,
in their snow kiss bow.