Cassie-andra

Lady Winter's fury is unbridled, her somber sceptre is sheathed in ice and endures the high drama of her Season's rude passage, softly she ascends upon snow-laden wings to where a remembrance of frost lingers upon the naked bud and bloom, flowers that once hungered for a bee's honeyed pledge upon their blushing petals-now sleep and wait for the Day when they will be adored by the Sun again, until then all they find in their sweet slumberous nest is Solitude's tune, echoing through Winter's pristine bridal boudoir, it is here that the waning Light loses and the waxing Night wins. December 29, 1998 © Jewel MoonSilver Knight