Alarmist In White

An alarmist in white with those pale frosted eyes She's the edge of burnt autumn in the winter's disguise With her peacock cloak velvet and her wind-painted cheeks She emerges with lavish as the summertime weeps With a wink and a whisper she turns down the night She strips off the trees and locks them up tight A brush of her cloak blows the sunshine away while the seedlings gone latent grow solemn to pray She's a spectacle true with an ice covered crown With clear clinking ribs and a perpetual frown But the one foe she has is the turn of the earth A gradual waking a time of rebirth This lady must melt as the sun gains it's strength 'though she stretches her hands to the infinite lengths and attempts to hang on with an frost bitten hand She slips soft into liquid and seeps into the land This alarmist in white in the shadows does keep as the summer begins She falls fast into sleep...