merry christmas. it's snowy out there.

eyes closed
she's not breathing
no second chance now;
her clothes waterlogged
and face calm
beneath a thin layer of ice

an accident?
or a suicide?
drowned and so peaceful now.
it's an age before she's discovered
time for the snow to fall
around the pool

quick hands, laughing eyes,
tender mouth, frozen;
no longer animated by a soul
and only memories,
untouched by ice, are left
to those who knew her

and yet in death
a pale, cold, and peaceful death
she smiles on still.

© Elizabeth Klassen 2009

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