Snow Ghost

Behind the softest shift of snow
Beneath the winter weather
Beyond the places people go

There treads a pretty little girl
With hair of white and sparkles
And slippered feet, and hair a-curl

Then quietly stands and waves at me
That little ghost, upon my word
A friendly face you too may see

When snowflakes cover up the world.

End

Each day of her life
her story grew line by line:
she died before the –