THE ICE QUEEN
Moon-white the Snowy Owl flies
swallowing December’s darkness like prey,
waiting for the sun,
being the one
to hunt by day
scanning an Arctic tundra.
Through amber goblets
she spills lasered beams earthward
pearl talons in tandem impose closure,
marking an Athena victory
melding wisdom with vision
in a twice turned head,
ready to avenge a counter attack.
Flaunting she rises,
her conquest grasped in flight,
then swoops to a-light an Arctic rise.
Momentarily she sits, an alabaster statue
carved in ice.
Pikes Peak Branch, CO