White blanket scattered,
tattered upon the frozen knells,
where the silent wood-aelf dwells,
bounding o’er the hilltops.
Dewdrops turn to glass,
silent while travelers pass.
Gently gliding frost-dust,
Gusting among the barren trees
Carried along by biting breeze
through a welcoming court-geard –
starlight guiding the crystal ash
that softens the windward lash.
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