a little worse for the wear,
still in her winter cloak.
then brushing the ice from her hair,
tiptoeing across the meadow,
leaving bluets and daffodils in her wake –
Spring has arrived
her sister turns from the changing horizon,
an icy mantle around her pale shoulders,
she retreats north
until another equinox
calls for her return
lovely and whimsical 🙂
I love this picture!! And the poems.
I like how you make her beautiful before anyone else notices – love the feel of this piece, K