All hail the winter queen
She is peering at us through
Her somewhat sleepy eyes of blue
As her lips fold easily into a smile.

All hail the winter queen
She is raw energy, swirling snow
’round in a torrent of blindness
Bestowing her creations onto December.

All hail the winter queen,
It is the final month of the year
And she’s set camp in her royal tent
High above our frosted, intertwined hands.