Winter Magic
WINTER MAGIC
Winter bites at the heels of November,
A stronger lead up I can’t remember.
Snow is piling up in centimeters,
Wind speaks in iambic pentameter.
A tiara trees triumphantly wear,
Starlings by the flock do come here to stare.
The North is full of impractical weather,
With the Solstice comes new snowy feathers.
Darkness brings a calm and being alone
I slip on December, chilled to the bone,
Embrace the magic in curtains of light.
In that quiet moment of second sight,
‘Neath Aldebaran and the silver Moon
I bow to the spirits, feel my heart swoon.
Dec 28/2016
Copyright © Phil Capitano | Year Posted 2016
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