Artic Faerie and Snow Bear
She drops from the sky when the right clouds are formed.
There is no announcement, not a sound of an angel’s horn.
She arrives with her snow bear, he is Artic normed.
They are fresh every time, both newly born.
We know she comes on days of the Northern lights.
She comes in the night, but we do not see her until day.
When she arrives, Iceland’s nature turns up her brights.
We rarely see her in our life time, so enjoy her okay?
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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