Angel of Winter
The winter winds blow as snow glistens and swirls about.
Trees are covered in white diamonds as the moon shines down upon the snow covered meadow.
Foot prints of the animals can faintly be seen but not for long as the winter breeze blows.
It has become quite since fall has given way to this season bitter season.
Steams have stopped flowing and has been in cased in ice Flowers have long since withered and died
trees are bare all but the pines. Birds have flown South and animals sleep till summers embrace.
But now is the time as the angel of winter walks through her world of ice and snow.
Her long hair of silvery white blows in the wind. Her long hair of white and sliver blows in the wind like a gently caress.Her porcelain skin feels no cold as her bare feet gently walks in the snow with no foot prints left, no snow disturbed.
her white gown clings to her sensuous body as she smiles in the moonlight. She opens her eyes to reveal eyes as white as new fallen snow.
For she is at peace her in her world and she can hear the voices
of nature.She walks through her meadow to the opening of the trees and begins to sing for she is the angel of winter and it is her voice me hear traveling within the wind.
The winter winds blow as snow glistens and swirls about.
Trees are covered in white diamonds as the moon shines down upon the snow covered meadow.
Foot prints of the animals can faintly be seen but not for long as the winter breeze blows.
It has become quite since fall has given way to this season bitter season.
Steams have stopped flowing and has been in cased in ice Flowers have long since withered and died
trees are bare all but the pines. Birds have flown South and animals sleep till summers embrace.
But now is the time as the angel of winter walks through her world of ice and snow.
Her long hair of silvery white blows in the wind. Her long hair of white and sliver blows in the wind like a gently caress.Her porcelain skin feels no cold as her bare feet gently walks in the snow with no foot prints left, no snow disturbed.
her white gown clings to her sensuous body as she smiles in the moonlight. She opens her eyes to reveal eyes as white as new fallen snow.
For she is at peace her in her world and she can hear the voices
of nature.She walks through her meadow to the opening of the trees and begins to sing for she is the angel of winter and it is her voice me hear traveling within the wind.
