Sky View From the Q E

SKY VIEW FROM THE Q.E. Dark grey squalls glide off of Hamilton Bay trailing snow look like old time proper ladies their dainty booted feet stirring up a wake of frothy silken finery. one behind the other they file toward the escarpment dropping crystal lace hankies in coy consent “I am approachable”, the squall ladies whisper “the hour is late my mood so melancholy”, as their cold breath caresses the cheek. a pale sun breaks through shafts of light reflect from delicate flakes of snow appearing as though finest gauze wedding veils drift to earth earth sleeps awaiting Persephone time between white velvet comforter and a lacy leafed wrap exposes her bones.