Winter Bliss
Old Man Winter dons his
best sapphire blue,
lavender suit
while Mother Nature
dresses in her finest
lace gown.
The splendor of
crystalline trees provide
a curtained backdrop
for their dance.
The stars strobe to
the music of the ethers;
this is winter bliss.
Such a night
so long ago
when celestials
sang to a newborn;
an annual celebration
even nature enjoys.
Copyright © M. L. Kiser | Year Posted 2020
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