December WhiteWhite the moonlit hills, all glowing, flowing silk and satin, evening-gowned and crowned in icy baubles sparkling, sparkling clear the frigid night, reflecting hosts--star-glimmer globes-- dancing, prancing round the slippery slopes all shimmer, shimmering shadow light,
And white the powder sprays iridescent across the beams; she whirls and twirls on single silver blades a scribbling, swirling swirl of glassy sea, her cheeks pinched pink with cold and curling, curling round a dulcet smile like twin apples ready to be kissed,
And white the flakes, so soft and fat, feathery, frosty, cold and wet, each crystal pattern fashioned, formed unique, falling, falling, lolling holy in their hush, and hovering, covering the earth with a blanket of heavenly beauty,
And white the pure, sweet joy, come bouncing loud on evening chill, shouting, spouting, flouncing far 'long distant hills; shake and shatter, treetops scatter, sending icicles crashing spatter, shards of splintering shrillAnd white the breath that circles round a scratching, dashing, dancing blur, a frozen stir of vapor crowning, shrouding, wafting slow as pirouette ends abruptly, and happy laughter glazed in snow skates away zig-zag-zagging to warm aglow oe'r red-mittened hands by the fire.
This poem was inspired by the music of George Winston in a video entitled, December (click to listen), and offered for Moondustwriter's Thursday Music Poetry Prompt at One Stop Poetry.
I am also submitting this for the last One Shot Wednesday in 2010.
Have a blessed Christmas everyone!
Photo Courtesy: flickr - Candida.Performa