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Saturday, December 18, 2010

I don't know how the weather is where you are, but here in Montreal it has been non stop snow.



The queen of winter

The summer princess walks the aisle
Her white gown sown with pearls and ice
Auburn hair glistens in white
The pristine snow has lost her virginity
The bridal train splashed in brown and grey
The veil hides springtime eyes 
Fresh flakes reflect the missing sun
Falling like ash on her narrow shoulders
The inexorable weight crushes her hopes
The accumulation buries ideas of spring
The stolen gold of summer is coldly crafted
A shining silver ring fashioned
The king wears a mantle of ice as he smiles at his promised bride
November her cruel father
Her frozen tears remember summer rain
He frozen heart no longer tries
The old oak bears witness with fallen leaves

The icicle priest gives benediction carved in frost
The reluctant summer bride transformed
The cold queen of winter begins her reign
The world shivers





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