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...
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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