A Blanket Of Snow
Winter arrives on a cold, blustery breeze,
sashaying forth; on a carpet of white.
And donning a crystalline gown,
She freezes all; with a frosty breath
that transforms Autumn's tattered dress,
into a shroud of crumpled colors.
The Queen of icicles
and mistress of the North,
She rules with a frigid heart.
And as flurries of snowflakes confetti the wind,
She weaves them into an icy white duvet.
Though a sterile maiden, with ice in Her veins,
children, skaters, and skiers still love Winter.
Winter is not as nurturing as Spring,
and yet, where Nature's hibernating animals sleep:
She tucks them in with a blanket of snow.
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