Affixed to the snow

Wintery eyes 

deny nothing

Her intricate braid –

Too stiff

Too rigid

Desires to wrestle the fire in her hair

grant the wind 

access 

to tame her

released

Docile never earned her a step

blood dripping from her nose

Drenched across her lip

gathering delicately 

Harassingly  

she discovers

She must cure

her own Malady

returning to the place 

she knows best