This time of year
When the children play and cheer.
Praying for those angel tears.
Mother gray children white
Sending her kids down through the night.
Dream like they fly though the sky
Hitting your face reminding you of a
Cold ocean spray.
The trees slowly become an
army of granite white statues
Still in the night.
A littel boy works on a snow man
an engineer of this cold white city.
The snow compacts under foot
Groaning as it is slowly squished.
The air bites with almost a metal taste
My breath comes out like a
Dragons fiery blaze but cold
as ice in a foggy haze.
The girl a lion in the snow
Waiting to strike with her ball of icy snow.
The smell of smoke promising a fire
Comes from the house just around the
Corner.
Dec 25, 2010
Dec 25, 2010 at 5:13 PM UTC
This time of year
When the children play and cheer.
Praying for those angel tears.
Mother gray children white
Sending her kids down through the night.
Dream like they fly though the sky
Hitting your face reminding you of a
Cold ocean spray.
The trees slowly become an
army of granite white statues
Still in the night.
A littel boy works on a snow man
an engineer of this cold white city.
The snow compacts under foot
Groaning as it is slowly squished.
The air bites with almost a metal taste
My breath comes out like a
Dragons fiery blaze but cold
as ice in a foggy haze.
The girl a lion in the snow
Waiting to strike with her ball of icy snow.
The smell of smoke promising a fire
Comes from the house just around the
Corner.
© BJM 2010