I once met the woman known as Winter
With eyes of frost and turquoise splinter.
And once I asked how it could be
That she was never sad.
She looked at me, with eyes of sleet
As though I were the one half-mad.
She said, "How could I ever, though,
When I'm lord of winds and one with snow?"
~W.N.H.
Have you guys gotten any good snow falls? Anyone ready for Spring yet?
~The Scribbler in the Attic
Wow! I love that poem, Willa!
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