Christmas looks


She passed the flooded white,
the cold became apparent.

Celebrating the special chill,
signaling the icy finale.

The spirit spins of snow,
scintillating orbs.

With colored lights cheering,
the green foliage frozen beneath the path.

The town forgotten in red strokes,
sleigh bells from the sound of legacy

Glisten on,
glisten on.

Fade again.