Fairyland of Fantasy

The hills that once were gold and red Are now a deep gray and barren instead, Awaiting the first drape of winter’s white Snow, or ice crystals sparkling in the light, When they become a fairyland of fantasy A sleigh ride through the bowered canopy, Headlining the holiday season’s pageantry Like on Christmas cards a frequent sight A walk in the frosty hills is such a delight Or bundled tight for a ride on a bobsled, Steaming chocolate, and a warm cozy bed. Written November 10, 2022 [Verso Rhyme Scheme a/a/b/b/c/c/c/b/b/a/a] TENTH PLACE WINNER submitted to "2022 Marathon Lap 20" Poetry Contest sponsored by Mark Toney