When winter snow is heavy

Upon the fronds

And ice covers over

The rippling ponds

She weeps for the warmth

Once brought with the breeze

That allowed her dance

As graceful as leaves

That fell from the oaks

And surrounded her grace

Now covered in white

Like a veil ‘cross her face

It’s hidden her beauty

Each time, through the years

Under canopies, weeping

Her icicle tears

 

 

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