By Amanda Pizzolatto
The crystalline stars fall from the cloudy skies
Covering her and all else that in stillness lies
She looks up above as her thoughts drift into space
Of thoughts old and memories buried in cold lace
As the cold stars known as snow continue to descend
Her jumbled thoughts and feelings begin to blend.
The silence around her shows her the way
The path she was following before she went astray
Listening to the loud noises instead of the whispers
Kept her from knowing her weaknesses and her fears.
Now she realizes what it is that she has to do
Though how to do it, the clues are so few
Thus she waits patiently for the time
When she will be led across the starting line
Back to where she needs to be
To earn her happiness and prosperity
She has to keep going down the path;
Her worst enemies will be greed and wrath.
But she does not worry for she knows
All she needs is to think of the silence of snow
To help push through any obstacles and never stop
Being the winter lady, the strong, sturdy snowdrop