Prompt 2

The earth was crusty and sickly and pale

Her tresses were knotted, her breath was stale

And she burned with such burning alarm

Her songs were silent, such deathly calm

But through her grasses, there flew a whisper

Blew a whistle, to gently kiss’er

The soft humming then blasted wild

Singing soprano, tango styled

Till her breath came soft and shallow

Cool as if all life was fallow

A cloak shimmering, silky white

Clear as glass, soft fading light

The freezing gale would sharply blow

To watch her woods fill up with snow.