Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

White Princess

I woke one morning and heavy fog had settled in and frozen on the trees and branches, giving them an ethereal, lacy appearance. The sight inspired this poem.

I watch her creep slowly across her land,
Her silent-soft breath on branch and leaf,
Touch each field and glen with subtle hand,
White Princess bringing sweet and welcome sleep.

Quiet now the day as silent the night
Her domain in white slumber resting.
No warmth conceals the winter wolf’s bite
As the White Princess bestows her blessing.

Asleep now the game in burrows so deep
Under night sky of a thousand lights,
Til warmth makes our gentle mistress weep
And rising sun stains her raiment of white.

Now as Lady Spring walks across the land,
The winter wolf wanes before her feet,
And Earth awakens rebirth at hand
As the White Princess returns to her keep.

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December 18, 2009 Posted by | Poetry | , | Leave a comment

   

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