Lady December

Out of a late November cloud without warning she steps clad in ermines and crystal slippers spreading a blanket of white on field and hill come evening she reaches into her box of jewels throwing diamonds on virgin snow bids the moon cast its glow she is the wind that chills the bones gloved hands shape the icicles which hang from eaves and glitter like a thousand stars in the morning sun.... a lady quiet and graceful, pale of face and cold of heart jewel of a frozen land, stillness of a silent land this season known as winter..