Sleep on,Ice Queen of winter,
your wardrobe is not yet complete.
Wouldn’t do for us to see you
naked,like the stripped down trees.
Sleep on, sleep on
Slip into a dream of falling degrees,
an ermine coat over white lace dress
necklace draped; red berried pearls,
diamonds glint in platinum hair.
Sleep on, sleep on
I leave you still sleeping, still dreaming,
waiting, waiting to glide; ermine coat
shedding crystals of snow; every
sweeping step a Spiro graph pattern
of frosted maidens of your court,
veiled in purest silver.
