Winter’s Child

Snow angels blanketed
under sheets of ice
succumb to a lullaby:

as the icewine moon
sails the crisp night
in search of-

winter’s child.

Hair as white
as moonbeams
on the frozen pond.

Tapering fingers
icicles on-
the brittle bough.

Her gown a celestial
shroud of
iridescent stars.

Her breath
Calligraphy–
on the sash windows.

She leaves a trail
of footprints-
throughout the village.

Previously published in the Brooklin Town Crier, 2010 and Recurrence of Blue, 2015