I guess I could post a old school haiku:
She lays there smiling
as the wind wraps her slowly
Bed of fallen leaves
Blind love, my eyes shut
See her dance on nothing but
mud and cold snow
Short days are long gone
Window where she stands is home
Red roses blossom
Heaven lost and found
And how lovely is her sound
As butterflies fly
Trees stripped once again
Graceful dance under the rain
And I still love her
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