Lady Winter
of sculpted beauty and chilling touch
tendrils of frosted hair
sleepy smiles and such.
Sorrow-filled eyes
sparkling with the hope
and promise of spring
over all the world
she waves her
chrystaline wing
enfolding the world
into a blanket of purity
rocking it to slumber
despair, decay
and death
are words we utter
to describe her
missing the hidden
raw beauty
the vulnerability
and fragility
nature become
sat her fingertips
an ice queen
is what we think
but without her
life could not thrive
and beneath her
gown of snow-white
and gaze of ice-blue
there would be no
reason left to
continue to dream
seek warmth of love
of regeneration
and of life renewed.
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