through the blizzard
  powerful eyes meet mine
a fur coat of stripes, fit for winter
  and her majesty of brilliant summers
long gone

I take a cautious breath
and soon enough
  she has turned
to her ice queen palace
on the hill
where the dove is white
and red
and the image
that
stays

with me

are her eyes
  cold, hard, curious, cautious, and, a little humorous