December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul
Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?
Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?
Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?
I bide my time
winter after winter
It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.
Dec 1, 2020
Dec 1, 2020 at 10:51 PM UTC
December calls out
to howling winters
to woo my ice carved
Narnia soul
Will there be
Christmas lights
to torch up the dark nights?
Will there be
Crackling of fire
to melt this frost, undesire?
Will there be
Santa granting wish
of my beloved's kiss?
I bide my time
winter after winter
It falls short, the warmth
like those prancing reindeers
swiftly sleighing to perpetual coldness.
24/11/2020