Tracks of a Wandering Mind

Poetry, stories and random thoughts from a wandering mind.

Her Arrival

The breeze in the willow called out
Her name upon the green.
The grasses rustled as she passed
By in the night unseen.

The air has stilled, the storms have passed
That brought the bitter cold.
The morning sun has chased away
The Winter Wolf so bold.

The Mistress of the house is here
And now her court awaits
As Spring sits on the throne of earth,
And White Princess fades away.

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March 31, 2012 - Posted by | Poetry |

2 Comments »

  1. Lovely~

    Comment by cynthia | March 31, 2012 | Reply

  2. Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it.

    Comment by Brady | March 31, 2012 | Reply


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