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The Snow Queen

In the air, a chill is forming,
The nights grow long; the storm clouds swell,
As silently, her sleigh approaches
To bind the land under her spell.

An icy wind blows all around her,
The ground turns ice beneath her feet.
The heavens open, spilling snowdrifts
Upon the glacial tundra sheets.

Icicles adorn the branches.
Animals hide within their beds,
Lulled to sleep by her sweet chorus.
All is white; the land is dead.

The snow queen rides away in glory,
Rejoicing in her winter bane.
Summer’s but a distant memory
Until the sun god reigns again.

Justin Cooper

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