little doll

grew underground

her eyes to see

what there was found

the dark

the seeds

the roots

grew leaves

and tiny trees

graced both her cheeks

Palest queen
of ice and snow
just lack of warmth
and H2O
In her camouflage of white
she nearly fades just out of sight.
A fortress of twigs will keep out most
except for those who can see
this ghost.