Lady December

Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps clad in her ermines and crystal slippers tiny snowflakes dance on her eyes with a delicate air she spreads her blanket of white on field and hill in the evening she reaches into her box of jewels throwing diamonds on virgin snow and bids the moon to cast its glow from a night dark and still which shivers in her presence Her icy breath is the wind that chills the bones and moves among black branches her white gloved hands shape the icicles which hang from eaves and glitter like a thousand stars in the morning sun a lady quiet and graceful of pale face and coldest heart the season known as winter..