Just Beneath

Winter beauty and the balance therein.

Ashine in the white,
Her beauty so right,
Beneath her red hood, her icy breath shone,
She wandered the old green wood.

Warm heartbeat, life rythme,
To balance the frozen earth,
Cloak medium, Linin and Snow,
Hidden feelings from below

Long, her raven hair,
Frame to the scene
Of happiness, fair,
None too often seen

This delight was given,
To frosty green wood only,
Quiet solace, so homely,
Love embraced her soul

Call, whisper, secret on the breeze,
Brown eyes, she searched,
The source well known,
Her cold sweet paramour, her to seize

Author's Note

First stab at poetry, please review. Any thoughts helpful.