The Snow Faerie

That it was an enchantingly beautiful
day was beyond dispute, there was
a whiff of magic in the atmosphere,
frigid with a whisper of wind, a white
forest and above its canopy the winter
sun was melting the burden of snow
on the trees, dripping below, even as
the snow-covered boughs glittered
with the diamond-edge sharpness of
precious jewels, shafts of sunlight
glancing off snowflakes reflecting
rainbow colours of dancing light. And
then, there she was, a vision of lovely
freshness, but no apparition though
she did resemble an angelic presence
in the pristine cathedral that the forest
reflected. Dark blond ringlets tumbling
around her perfectly proportioned young
face, her smile radiant as she approached
and we talked, pleasantly and as though
we were familiar with one another. It
was only later that I regretted not
telling her how priceless her appearance
was in that atmosphere at that time.