Her snow magic

Snow the frozen poetry,

built in the clouds,

in little cold crystals.

When it falls down

it is a messenger

of the winter goddess.

"Holle, Holle" is it calling in me.

I enter your realm

with honour and happiness.

You keep the earth sleeping,

under a white blanket.

Your winter storms clean every corner,

let us be prepared.

copyright by Magical Whispers/I. Normann (10/12/2017)