mud maid sleeps soundly
lays low in permanent unmoving
her left shoulder and rounded rump
form hills of femininity
exposed to nature’s elements
she slumbers
attired in cold keeping
resting on her side
her sculpted body and head
embrace snow crystals
flakes softly falling
to leave light kisses
on ivy’s clinging coat
settling on womanly curves
her eyes will never open
she will never see the seasons
the day finds her clad
in winter coldness
a blanket of thin whiteness
surrounds her
as do naked trees on guard
year on year rain or shine
grounded she remains
in her woodland domain