A Christmas Fantasy
Walking alone on that Christmas day
through falling snow, in emotions sublime,
step, pause step, she danced a minuet
as her taffeta skirt swirled in three quarter time.
The oboes and flutes sang sweet rhymes,
while in her mind the orchestra played,
through sparkling emeralds, the forest came alive,
as in her eyes the evergreens swayed.
She watched the flakes fall slow through the trees,
like courtesan guests, they bowed unconcerned.
Then slowly they gathered hugging her feet,
where, with courteous smile, their bows she returned.
With outstretched arms and yawning breath
through hiddenite eyes it would seem,
the music she heard was from a box neath the tree
and her dance was but a lovely sweet dream.
12/25/2017
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017
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