Forest Queen
Forest Queen Februarys chill held men’s stare gliding through naked branches flowing blonde strawberry hair queen of the Winter Woods, gold in evenings light shadows, silver in early mornings cat like glares Glimpses of snowberry ankle twist of slim sapling naked hip her gypsy dark face, embraced in warm dreams by the hunter that dwells in all men carved in the bark of timeless trees clear running sap hearts of the fallen, hearts of the stout torn but never broken ‘’ keep them keen and fresh... Sign in to see full entry.