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