Plumage

Her feet rosed as she walked through the blue grey snow
Carrying a tea cup in her hand was the way to go
The leaves slid between every toe
But she barely noticed her naked glow
Clothes covered her but her candle was seen through like a tear
She only spent a short time being present here
Then reflected her life force onto elsewhere
And she met a partner somewhat aware
That she was the one to stem their fear.