The wintry weather, and a re-reading of "The Lion, The Witch and the Wardrobe" inspired this poem...
Snow lay heavy on the trees, and all the land
A white blanket drawn by mighty hand
But now it began to melt, soft dripping sound
Thaw had come, exposing grass and ground
The Queen stopped, cold her stare, an icy rage
A spell had been broken, an ending of an age
And green grass appeared beneath a winter white
Snowdrops emerging, grasping for the light
The snow was melting, dripping off the tree
A robin redbreast flew, and sang so joyously
The falling snow now turning to soft sleet
The stream bubbling up, breaking icy sheet
And in the woods, the lamp post standing tall
Shining brightly, a sign of the Witch's fall
Along the track, to coast, and Cair Paravel
Where wait four thrones, as tales do tell
The prophecy, the children come this day
Through the wardrobe, finding secret way
The cold and bitter magic reigned no more
As like a mighty wind, came the Lion's roar.
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