The Snow Queen

The Wind Sings
A silent lament
Across towns & cities
Over hills & valleys
Calling...The Snow Queen

Her Silvery form
Is all that can be seen
Riding the frozen streams
Leaving behind a sleepy scene
Of fresh fallen snow

She tucks us up
In her blanket so soft
And leaves through our dreams
And when we wake we forget
That we saw...The Snow Queen

Written: Dec 1995
Copyright Nicholas Treadwell 2001