The first flurries of the white,
Began to fall at twilight
Though until the dawn
So by the next morn
Everything lay below
A carpet of fresh
white snow
The first flurries of the white,
Began to fall at twilight
Though until the dawn
So by the next morn
Everything lay below
A carpet of fresh
white snow
It’s such a mild Christmas
All the
birds are singing noisily
Normally in
December
They’re all
frozen to a tree
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
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 will bear a duck
Thereafter
will be slush and muck
But grab
the duck off the ice
And
Christmas lunch be very nice
The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...