We went to high places,
Where clouds, and earth
meet,
Feather Hailfrost lives
there, She is so kind and
sweet,
Protects all the weary,
Helps them to sup,
Catches their teardrops
in a buttercup.
At the first snow, she is a
surprise,
Dresses in pale blue, blue
as the skies.
Lovely turquoise wings like
a butterfly,
A beautiful scene, as she
flashes by.
(c) copyright heather burns
An enchanting, ethereal poem.
Smile.. it is the cheapest facelift.