Winter Fantasia

Winter Fantasia. Snowman, his coat a trillion frosty threads...crotched by Jack, the naughty mischief maker. Each crystal cast perfect by Boreas. # Blizzard bullies, bustling, jig-sawed sleet, crystallized in my mindscape of imagery. Winter Sun dares to melt you down, pasty white. Your peculiar perfume, suggests ice cubes soaked in lemon-crush. Shiver, quiver. As goose-bumps frazzle your Arctic world the moon shines crazy, diamond flames hang in the lonely sky. I materialise you...the absent person, I colour the scene with my paintbrush and bucket. Bold, stiff... blow a bon-bon kiss, you sentry on snow-laden ice, under heaven-hung, bunting stars... a diamante necklace, swanked by Nyx, Greek Goddess of the Night. Platted rainbows twist, entwine hues, illuminate a fibre-glassed squirrel who morphs into a swirl of peppermint puffs and whirls round in muffled silence. Rouge-crested Robin rests on cold shoulder, then alights on umber wings... Ruby stained Snowman chuckles like river ripples, egg-white flakes dying to pirouette, airborne ballerinas, swivelling, spinning... from knitted, silken clouds, finer than a Fuschia’s blush. Come Spring sprinkles of Lime grass and creamed Crocus blanket my view where you once stood. Reality or imagination, I am the speaker of this poem, so Jack, draw fern-like patterns on my windows, then run away with Nymph shadows... Even the wind dies happy. # Boreas...Greek God of Winter.