in their white fury   snowflakes
fill to overflowing the crown
of my senses, the hollow ring of thought
each flake dancing with the wind
a blizzard of silver
in the subdued rays of a clouded sun
they fall upon the dark earth
each one a tiny pale verse
the trees too robe themselves
with this ermine from the skies
till they seem bejeweled courtiers
in the palace of descending night
they all await the appearance
of the queenly moon
when will you come, my lovely
sovereign?   covered with snow
in the starlight we all stand
awaiting you

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© Gregory V Driscoll 2013


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