It was a dreamlike night:
Tranquil moon casting a spell
Amidst silver-lined clouds,
Cluttered with glassy flakes of snow.
From the snow, came alive
The fairy of July.
Dancing, prancing, she livened the air,
Crushing wood to a silvery haze.
Enveloped in an icy gown,
Frosty hairpins keeping the hair down,
Like Cinderella of modern day,
Was the little icicle-nosed fay.
Her tiny finger swished,
And around swirled the mist.
Tinges of purple, white and blue
Made up the naughty midnight hue.
The silvery fog wound its way
Along castle turrets and highways;
Over the frost-covered serpentine path,
As glossy ice stilettos glided forward.
With the blink of a delicate lash,
She whipped the snow out of sight.
Dusting her tiny hands like a fairytale bride,
Boisterously, she was off into the night.