I come with the cold
winds from the north
bringing the snowladen airs
to the earth winds whistling
downward, chilling the
skies and earth

Snow falling earthward,
I cover the land in
the whiteness of my being
crystal patterns adorning flatlands,
pastures, hills, and vales.

I'm the bringer of the
winds of the north, the
designer of frost and ice
unto you I come, the
crystaline designer of the winter.

Look upon the etchings of
ice and snow, flowery designs
of my blanket of white.
Tree's laden, my pattern bough's
heavy with cold winters dreams.


Winter's Lady I am, here to be seen
winter is mine to do as I please
Ice covered ponds, lakes, and some
streams, feathered along the edges
more of my crystal dreams.

I silence the world in
my blankets of white, coming
down swiftly or gently at
night. I ride the winds
of winter, not knowing where
we go unharranessed are their
power that's how I travel so.

To your lands I cover
in beauty, or a blizzard
awaits to be seen the
winds I ride give witness
on how you see my
dreams.

Crystalline beauty, or howling
winter fears, I am just
the Winter's Lady measuring
out my tears.

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~ Copyright 2001 Gwenn Lewis ~

POETRY~