A bright wake of snow
Glimmering where
The grey meets sky
Forging and drifting,
Mounds and side sweeps
Banking against the tall
Pillars of trees
Pine and brisk peppermint
Trickling with the frigid chill
Tinkling wherein a sigh ascends slow
And crunch crunch
More silent noise to follow
Of hot, swirling breath
And Rosemary cherry cheeks
Curly blond hair and a pair of glasses
Glinting like the moon basked in glory
Her hands clutched
Nimble fingers wrapped around something
And with every step she took
Golden light radiated from the coals
Sheltered in her hands,
Hovering over her chest
The golden light rippled over the snow
An array of grass and orchids sprung
Wherever it willed
And thus the snow began to melt,
Taming the sublime spur of
The frozen maiden of winter's felt
The maiden of Spring puts forth
The blossoms and rich sweet air
The color of honey and petals which unfold
Spring walks through the forest of else
Where the cycles reroutes
Of begin anew, of life and something else