Allison Morris #23 'Nature'

Down her back, unending waves

of burnished copper

skim over bright white skin, 

like an orange fox running

over snow.

Blue-grey eyes,

a lake at dusk

touched by ripples of light–

majestic and cold.

Beware the fox's teeth,

the slow cold embrace of snow,

and the lake, 

in which the unwary 

are sure to drown.