Grandmother Frost

This is the tale
of how Grandmother Frost danced
in the whirling snow,
danced to thaw the spirit
of the beautiful, frozen child.
This is the song she sang:
“Cold becomes death
and dead is cold forever,
no matter how beloved
or beautiful is the child.
Snowflakes do not dance,
but merely, mutely fall
obeying gravity.
There is no such thing as spirit,
flying up from the cooling flesh,
like backward snowflakes,
no imaginary dancing
that exists without a dancer.
There is no such being
as Grandmother Frost.”