Sleet sleeps on the distant lands, The Winter Queen gathers her plans. Snowflakes drop onto my frozen nose, The river sleeps, in hiding it flows. Winter wonderland, I’m frozen with icicles. Clear, like memories of bicycles. Ice cream trees sway in their still, The sly fox wanders, for a decent kill. Footprints engraved and kept in a trophy glass, Preserved so deeply, wanting to last. The Winter Queen gathers her force, She hits the fields without remorse. Blinded by my own and common sense, Blinded by past, now and timed tense. I lay in this winter wonderland, weep and fall For I fear, I have to say folks that is all.