Coat whiter than face of moon
amber eyes of sinister tune
whistling hail and winds of ice
Lord Winter's Paradise
He shook his frosted grisly mane,
clawed the earth and roared,
eyed Queen Autumn with disdain,
barred teeth spat, 'I'm bored'.
'why must i procrastinate,
linger in this state?
days will soon be lengthening
veins of warmth strengthening.'
'there'll be life and trees of different shape,
unevenness abound,
a multi-coloured landscape
and colour on the ground.'
'cut me free and let me rule
i'll paint the vista white,
a multi-faceted diamond jewel
that'll blind you with its light.'
the Queen gave royal chortle
spun round without a qualm
'I am like you immortal
and have eternal charm'.
'i'll keep you tied till last leaf
has fluttered to the ground,
and then your reign will be but brief
for my sister must be crowned.'
'As you'll see, she'll brook no nonsense,
for Queen of Spring is she
so when you spy the purple crocus
and Lily-of-the-Valley
peeping through your nival blanket
you'll know her time has come,
she'll want to share her banquet
with warmth from golden sun.'
'she'll shoo you from her place
no sign of lenity
for though benign in name and grace
she'll show no leniency.'
'but i know i need not tell you,
you know her better than me,
for Lady Spring is your shrew,
your wife for eternity.'
BLT's Merriam-Webster Word of The Day Challenge
#qualm, #grisly, #procrastinate, #lenient
