December Skies
Are the seasons but a step in our journey, or a picture we see along the way?This poem only available on Stories Space. If you are reading it elsewhere, it has been stolen.Deep azure wells turned upside down,Fathoms of years above my headWhere the stars of faerie coins wink brightlyAnd shine upwards to the earth below.The Snow Queen flies, her minions a-flurryTo serve the haughty, ice-crowned witch.The earth beneath her royal trainLies lost in slumber, deep, dark sleep.Pine trees spike into the sk...
