Can you see her? Do you know how to look? |
Locked between eons, sideways from time captured where snowflakes tangle in rhyme-- Caught in a plexus between here and where there sits the SnowAngel—frozen and fair. Ice crystal feathers from finely arched back contrast with her gown; velvet and black, Moonsilk tresses, eyes of ice blue-- she patiently awaits for time to sweep through. As minutes creep by and seconds fly she hears the call;SpringMaiden’s cry and knows her time to waft nears end for grounded now, no strength to mend. No regret, no tear doth fall she knows she must heed the season’s call. 'Tis time after all, that controls the beat of winter’s winds and summer’s heat. Somewhere off beyond the trees where lamplight cannot quite yet see SpringMaiden dons her lilac gown and scatters snowdrops on the ground. Twin sisters pass; share a word or two. Each has her time, her chores to do, Err Prince Summer comes and sends Spring home The SnowAngel retreats to northern home. Until such time yet again comes round when the SnowAngel dons her new white gown. Which shall, as time wears on, turn grey then fade to black err she flies away. |