The Ghostly Crowned Thief
Skating blithely,
Sliding, slyly
Crystalised snow shines bright.
Etched in filigree,
Dusting the canopy
Carpets of frozen balm.
Ordained in a shimmering calm.
Softly settling on petal and leaf
Winter huffs in like a ghostly crowned thief
Soothingly singing to freeze
Damaged life and severed decrees.
Hush up your frantic old fuss.
Slow now, and yet in a flush
Store what you can, and watch your own breath
Rise in a fog of laughter in gusts
Tinkling joy as onwards ice thrusts
Those who are weary
Hear hush-a-byes cheery
See nothing but twinkling delight.
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