The Ice Enchantress

Written by: Donna Golden

As droplets freeze half-breathed
     From the mouth of Winter
          Howling winds, foreboding
               Bring gloom to pale landscape
                    Yet the Ice Enchantress 
                         Conjures sultriness:
                              Fluttering tree lashes
                                   Snow-covered ample breast
                                        Her crystal lips invite
                                             She burns  despite the chill
                                                  And dares adventurers
                                                       To succumb to her will
                                                            Despite the threat of death
                                                                 It's futile to resist
                                                                      The cool invitation
                                                                          Which glistens from her eyes
                                                                               As she entrances those
                                                                                    Who cannot look away
                                                                                          But step so willingly
                                                                                               Into a blissful fate








First place in Constance La France's "Let it Snow" contest