Post Advent

Green moon in a dirty sky, snow drifting in, a subliminal huff-huff, of polar bears stalking. Ice crackles, bewitched caw-clawing crows gather to sleep amid bad dreams. If we gaze too long, a green sheen smears stinging cheeks. When making love to the pillowing dark, snarling monkey's chase naked angels across a gloaming night. In red and white stripped socks toes curl. Phantasmagoric broomsticks swish tinsel from bleary eyes. Later than predicted, a deeper snow arrives. Wooly hats flap sleepily as we reach down into their long-neglected nest.