Silent Night

S ilent night, cold night, frozen the drapes, I n fog's advent, beryl chrome, winter's finger grips L ivid network of view-less ether. Laser body E ncapsulate chill, reproduce serenity, an energetic memory N ow on shepherds' muse. Brew widened gaze, T ug at ciliary components to drive in your daze. N ight of delight, dabble upon us staggering shafts of bliss I n this way we are Oliver Twist, expectant eyes G row quivering wits, drawn bar chart, statistician's story H istory and bleakness of inequality. But you O Night beeps T actfully-toy cat, serene not to wake darkly, dawn that sleeps. For Francine Roberts 'Holiday Acrostic Contest'