A Winter Tale

She sees you as you are 
through a misted lens
of winter
Through a torment of sadness
like spun shards of ice
As the darkness holds the earth
Before the ferns unfurl
The nodding snowdrop heads
Bow in reverence and poise.

While nature holds the beauty
A stain is etched upon her earth
The world is wrought with sadness
The winter days are short
Procurement is lengthened
Thwart with promises unmet
Though that nothing halts
The moon or the turning tide
The planets and the stars
Intricately aligned.

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