The Snow Queen

Playing with snowballs in the snow

The snow queen walks in the snow, 
With cautious steps measured slow, 
Ice-eyes watch the white powder fall, 
Caught in the air making a snowball.
The snow queen is soft and white, 
But can easily slip into a frostbite 
When night is dying and mist arriving, 
Numb the wax on fingers and toes burning, 
The snow queen wears many crowns
On throne of the kingdom she owns, 
Sit regal with ice and peppermint scent 
There will be slips, trips and accident 
Cold continent weather follows the nose.
Even the early burly whom dawn chose
Tremble with snowflakes in their shoes, 
Children play in ditches and wet amuses 
Dowse adults with ghost portrait memory, 
Of plenteous styles frivolous and naughty 
Watch the days faded into inky stand cold, 
Beleaguer love walking out the life they hold
When the gloves were warm and full of charm, 
Early burly man would trudge through the snow 
Bring home remnants of weary woe 
Dusting off the cap and trowels on his track, 
Pull his knapsack and coat tight on his back, 
With pride at place he goes off in the snow 
With cautious steps that are measure slow