Snow drifts on soft winds
to coat the ground in white.
The Earth slumbers under winter skies
wrapped in frozen sheets of ice.
Trees stand stoic against a dusk
Lining ponds, stilled by cold’s grip.
It seems Winter’s affect,
To unknowing eyes.
The land and its subjects
lay in wait for Sun’s glory
The banishment of Moon
to its star lined realm.
Day tides may rise in time
But Beauty is known in a Frozen Rose.