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.