Lady December

Written by: valerie bellefleur

Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps
clad in ermines and crystal slippers 
spreading a blanket of white on field and hill
come evening she reaches into her box of jewels 
throwing diamonds on virgin snow 
bids the moon cast its glow 
she is the wind that chills the bones 
gloved hands shape the icicles which hang from eaves 
and glitter like a thousand stars in the morning sun....
a lady quiet and graceful, pale of face and cold of heart
jewel of a frozen land, stillness of a silent land
this season known as winter..