Apostles of Winter

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Darkness softly takes in hand
Stars of silver scattered high,
Tossing diamonds towards the land,
Dancing with the winter’s sigh.

Shrouded in dream and fantasy,
The Lady Night breathes frost and rime,
Icing the grass, the glass, the tree
In robes as white as agéd time.

Silence reigns over a sleeping world,
Softly embracing the rising moon,
Whose argent beams evince unfurled
The frozen sea of Winter’s tomb.

Though some would call her seasons’ Death,
Beneath her cloak of snowy lithe,
Winter guards the frozen breath
Biding till the time for Life.





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