Pale Winter


Just a-other luminous cloud.
Amidst those floating proud.
Caught over-top its throttle.
White strobes pierce down.
A tree’s base streams across.


Winter evergreen bare naked.
Black limbs – breath o’ white.
Black crow’s perch, calk, flow.
Rolls of snow follow the road.
Pale December true in pastel.


Noon tea pours from the spout.
Year’s last gasp left to capture.
Christmas festivities will begin.
We shall acknowledge our Lord.
He extends, to us all, eternal life.



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