A Skittering Breeze
A whole- hearted frost has softened the colors,
The queen fondly waits for newly born hours.
A calm air breaths still, anxious to dance,
The crisp new morn' will awake and enhance.
The sun and the sky reunite, but alas,
No diamonds, no sequins, no radiant flash.
Her essence is muted, exuberance lost,
So subtle the moment, so quiet the cost.
Where's the excitement of yesterday's show,
The splendid performance of sparkle and glow?
Adorned in her crystalline facets that please,
She patiently waits for a skittering breeze.
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