Ascending

The spring princess must make her gown

From a cloth of green and yellow renown
And all the while, the bitter white witch
The ogre of winter, tries to unpick each stitch
But growth triumphs and all is fashioned new
For every stitch she can undo, spring sews two
Till at last her dress is fair and complete
And into dawn she walks and takes her seat
And winter dismayed calls for one last frost
But spring is now ascending and all is lost
And so dissolves the last of winter's chill
She concedes defeat and obeys spring's will