When moonlight flows through the white of trees
In ways the boughs are draped with chilly breeze,
An orchestra of whistling strides and feet unfurl
Beneath curved plate of heavens set in dewy pearl.
Lilacs heady with iced glow in crystal dress
Through branches crackling in a season well pressed,
By Winter Fairy whose gardens have neatly arranged
A gathering of pinkish smiles warmly exchanged.
Along streets where creatures hide against the cold
Bright lamplights glow with my struts waltzing bold,
Then in quietude, I pause to marvel at this jeweled sight
Enchanted by magic of my steps into the frosty night
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Brian Strand's Any 2011 Poem
By: nette onclaud