Whether Time gets snowed right in,
or whether snow times out,
crisply carving hourglass sands
leave shadows of a doubt.
As clock-chimes cast aspersions
where Time is running thin,
moments freeze on crystal shores
where memories have been.
Time is dressed in bridal white,
ticking items off her list –
righteousness in sparkling light
with holy raiment wholly kissed.
Not yet grasping married state,
waiting for the Bridal Hall;
ever-changing while she waits
as glories stream to Royal Ball.
The Bride waits, changing from glory to glory, for the day of her final blessing…