One can never see nor hold the same the same flake twice, but that cannot be said for the Queen whose skin is as white as a star and just as cold. A plum blossom who thrives off the winters and blizzards. Her silver locks tousled in her wind, her eyes were icebergs of the deepest blue and yet they burn with kindness Her thin lips form a smile when a flake falls in her palm, her open hand becomes a fist. But then unfurls like a flower in spring to reveal a plum blossom petal that glides away to the song of zephyrs. Winters may be cold but it brings warmth - lovers grow close, families bond children laugh Memories form... The Fae swirl leaving trails of shimmering blue as she looks to the distance. Her white robe billows, so cloud-soft. 'The Summer's sun has become Winter's,' she closes her eyes and exhales. 'I feel your warmth and pride, Sister Summer.' 'My dears?' the Fae flutter by her head in waiting. 'Be sure to have apricity embrace them all. In hour of the Summer's Queen.'
Here's the second free-verse! ^-^ Nausea has cleared up alot more so I'm taking things slow and steady. Enjoy! Let me know what you think Lyn ***