Winter Splendor
The splendor of the winter moon
Shown bright outside my door
The leafless trees and bushes cast
Eerie shadows on the floor
I rose and looked out from my door
At the lovely new fallen snow
And noticed all the Christmas lights
From the village far below
It seemed that no one was around
To view this festive sight
When all at once I heard the bells
Of a horse drawn sleigh this night
The tinkle of the silver bells
Thus far beyond my sight
Gave rise to poems read to me
On Christmas eve's, each night
I sat down in my easy chair
Beside me was my dog
He didn't even raise his head
When I threw on a log
The hiss of newly burning wood
It's scent so fresh and new
Sent aromatic spiraling smoke
Up thru the chimney's flu
The white smoke from the burning wood
Was floating to and fro
It blew into a lovely wreath
That encircled the scene below
I crossed back to my easy chair
The image I did keep
I then leaned back and closed my eyes
And gently went to sleep
Copyright © George D. Miller | Year Posted 2015
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