Winter Wonderland
WINTER WONDERLAND
The snowmen line the silent street at night.
Their bright smiles gleam with frozen teeth of stone.
Until the crackle of a bunny’s light —
its paws so sweetly greet the dark alone.
His fluffy fur, does mimic, soft snow sown.
His beady red eyes blink at Jack Frost’s throne.
Then dawn spurs pinkish pride upon the land.
The sun does tease a melt, but won’t deprive
the children’s vacation of all ‘tis planned.
They dash with suits and gloves and boots to drive
their old and new gay sleighs, red cheeks alive —
the snow does fly, like buzzing bees of hive.
The wild prints scar, delight, the cache of snow.
A springer gnaws the fallen carrot prize.
The skates relentlessly slide to and fro,
the cheers of fright and glee from hills arise.
At bottom rung — sure thing — a snowball flies.
As moms call each, they sigh and wave sad byes.
This Winter wonderland delights all things.
At angel’s excitement, the church bell rings.
12/26/2018
Contest: Winter Wonderland
Sponsor: Emile Pinet
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