DRayVan
11-09-2018, 08:15 AM
Melancholy skies of azure blue,
Peppered with clouds of harbor gray
Set the mood on a cold winter day.
Fresh snow fell like Chantilly lacy veils,
Covering grasses and adorning trees,
Swirl skyward in the northwestern breeze.
I curl up and tuck in tight to watch
The flames dance from log to log
While I sip my hot rum nog.
Feathered friends galore fly in and
Jostle for limited, precious seed.
Each scattered handful elicits a stampede.
Bushy tails hopping afar
Seeking rations in winter’s dearth,
Scamper to warrens deep in the earth.
Thickets hide eight prancing deer.
They proclaim the coming Christmas
And God’s gift of His Son to us.
So give thanks in spite of gloomy skies.
This season too will join the past.
The joy of life is what will last.
Peppered with clouds of harbor gray
Set the mood on a cold winter day.
Fresh snow fell like Chantilly lacy veils,
Covering grasses and adorning trees,
Swirl skyward in the northwestern breeze.
I curl up and tuck in tight to watch
The flames dance from log to log
While I sip my hot rum nog.
Feathered friends galore fly in and
Jostle for limited, precious seed.
Each scattered handful elicits a stampede.
Bushy tails hopping afar
Seeking rations in winter’s dearth,
Scamper to warrens deep in the earth.
Thickets hide eight prancing deer.
They proclaim the coming Christmas
And God’s gift of His Son to us.
So give thanks in spite of gloomy skies.
This season too will join the past.
The joy of life is what will last.