
Snow falls on my cheek,
Whispers to the meek
That she will claim them in her clutch
Freeze them solid with her touch.
In lands so vast and so lost
I wonder through the frost.
White swirls around me in my hair
White tugs my feet into an icy lair.
And the rivers have all frozen
Along this path I have chosen.
The ocean runs to hide
Pulls out ice with its tide,
But forever it cannot roam,
It will bring back the icy loam
And freeze along the muddy bank
As in it Winter's teeth are sank.
She takes all that walks beneath the sky
And grounds the birds that would fly.
The Winter stalks and lurks day through night
Watching for Spring to enter her sight.
And I fear he will take too long
That I will fall to Winter's song.
About the Creator
Laura Lann
I am an author from deep East Texas with a passion for horror and fantasy, often heavily mixed together. In my spare time, when I am not writing, I draw and paint landscape and fantasy pieces. I now reside in Alaska where adventures await.


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