Her powder white gown stretches across the lawn,
dazzles in the winter sun.
Others will stand at attention
watching her majesty
knowing her reign is short-lived.
Soon the emerald green will rise up,
stretching its arms across the land
springing a different sun into motion,
melting the white gown,
melting, melting, melting.
But for now winter wears the crown
with a cold and icy smile
and stiff arms branching out
to tell the world
her reign is here to stay.