Christmas Eve Retourne
How blessed I feel this Christmas Eve
beneath a moonlit winter sky
as lights ignite to mimic stars
while snowflakes melt into our skin.
Beneath a moonlit winter sky
where footprints vanish instantly
from pathways paved with silver snow,
the waning wind breathes quiet sighs.
As lights ignite to mimic stars
on trees that blend into the sky,
they cling with incandescent grace
to frosted branches cased in ice.
While snowflakes melt into our skin
and carols float upon the breeze,
our clouds of breath rise through the night
to coalesce with chimney smoke.
Written: November 5, 2015
For Debbie's "Shall We Retourne" Contest
Copyright © Heather Ober | Year Posted 2015
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