Winter in Aradia

Its as if its has snowed
right down my road
but infact its Jack frost
with his brush
his palette of ice
and his angels suffice
to leave an impression
a rush

of blood, when one sees
what they’ve done to
the trees
festooned with pure diamonds
that shine
in the glow of the amber
and the rise of the camber
the lights in the streets
are devine

and there in my thoughts
the moon fairy, she
in a gorgeous goth dress
floats just in front of me
deep red velvet sleeves
and black lace, make believes
a long trail of crystals
in flight
the webs and the jasmine bereft
now of flowers
but stalwart and armed
with the greatest of powers

with a rich fragrance stored
in the bowels ready to
disperse when one’s purse
is flowing with dew
though its icy
her calmness
truly, I feel
she really amazes
because she’s so real

she grabs at my heart strings
and sweeps me away
to Aradia where of course
snow fairies play
where crystal quartz icicles
played by the elves
who use tiny hammers
and we help ourselves
to the music of angels
they play when they see
us fly in
in honour
to their darling, miss C

with her labradorite wand
and her all seeing ball
and a misting of sandalwood
off her soft shawl
the fire of the dragon
the eyes of the Hare
the scents of Aradia
all are aware

the totems protectiveness
and auric veil
that helps with the updraft
so that she can sail
through the sky
with such vigour
and serenity
creative and stunning
the moon goddess she