Whispered Wonders

The brisk Autumn breeze crisply smiles and leaves inviting seasonal ascendance. Past dark hollowed eaves her departing breath weaves a path for Winter's wondrous entrance. Courtly canyons kowtow the mighty mesas bow sparking December's grand revival. Barren branches applaud as mountain peaks laud Jack Frost's ever welcomed arrival. Carols liltingly sung whilst wreaths are gently hung silver enchantment lusters the ground. The old and the young catch snowflakes on their tongues choirs of church bells neatly resound. Cozied from silent chills tapered candles sleep on sills illuming the dusk’s frosted splendor. A forest brook’s trickles forge tiny icicles dripping tears of crystal surrender. Christmas trees brightly greet joyous townsfolk on the street tiny tots, all too well, understand. Ole Saint Nick and his sleigh are just a few stars away from visiting their white wonderland. Truelove skaters take flight, under an arctic twilight, snuggling snowbirds coo and entice. Deer and bunnies espy, 'neath the moon's watchful eye, young lovers etching hearts in the ice. Winter’s sparkle and glow softly sings in the snow - her grandeur is timeless and few. Yet, before her winds shift she bestows us a gift and Spring makes her yearly debut.