May 26, 2011
By Anonymous

Clothed in white
Flying overhead
Middle of the night
All in bed

Silhouette on the moon
Crow wings fly
Will land soon
But for now in the sky

Lady in fur
White as the snow
Winds with her
Whistling as they blow

Hair like flame
Covered in ice
Quietly she came
Cold her only vice

Eyes blue light
Like sky in December
Sun weak in its height
Warmth barely remembered

She sits on our roof
Icicle in hand
Seeming calm and aloof
Till the harvest’s daughter lands

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