FLAKES OF WHITE

 

Dancing on the breeze

Crystal flakes of white

Tell the winter tale

FATHER FROST

 

Father Frost, with icy fingers

Holds winter in his frozen grasp

And spreads it wide across the land

Till it wears his thick winter cloak

IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER

 

I’m not looking for a white Christmas

For my life is already a cold place

Bleak and forbidding

So I have no need of snow

Carpets of white everywhere

Winter fills my every day

My life is perpetual winter

Because you have taken my warmth

You were the heart of me

You sent the blood coursing through me

You were the sun in my sky

Now my life is tundra

And I am just a frozen husk

To numb to exist

IF DECEMBER ICE

 

If December ice will bear a duck

Thereafter will be slush and muck

But grab the duck off the ice

And Christmas lunch be very nice

EVERYBODY LOVES IT

 

Everybody loves it

Even if they won’t admit it

From the newly bred

To the nearly dead

Christmas is the bee’s knees

From decorated Christmas trees

To candlelight and mistletoe

And every happy HoHoHo

Some may not agree

At least not openly

But are quite happy

To enjoy it secretly

SNOWFLAKES ON THE DAY

 

Smoke curls from the chimneys,

And dissolves into the grey

Then the clouds in exchange

Release snowflakes on the day

 

Soon the air is full of white flakes

Filtering the sounds of life away

The land is soon under deep snow

Of snowflakes released on the day

 

BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL

 

But softly the myriad snow flakes fall

These infinite flakes of purest white

Like pure white down of angels wings

Floating gently from heavens height

 

But this is no heaven sent delight

This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers

For harshly touched is the naked earth

When touched by winters icy fingers