Lady Winter

She comes on her silver steed,
Black hair entwined in an icy breeze,
Face turned to the stars as she rides beneath.

Fractals and flurries cling to her tresses,
Crystals and curls sweep over her dresses,
Winding down her arms like shining caresses.

A glancing touch leaves shimmering trace,
Whorling over wood and the frozen lake,
Holding the world in a feathery embrace .

White and blue and silver ribbons,
Lacy ice flies from her hands.
Thin and sharp as weapons.

Kissed by frost and loved by snow,
She brings the cold wherever she goes.