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..
Copyright © Valerie Bellefleur | Year Posted 2008
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