Frozen bubbles and icycle grins
Twinkling and silent, like hang gliding in space.
Sprinkling, tiny lights tingle then, slide down my face.
A bright, blanketing snow falls in a white, green embrace,
bestowing "Angel wing shawls" in a quite serene grace.
A church, of a sort, for the little gnome sport.
A cathedral of the north or shaken snow globe resort.
A choir of trees sing in the snowy lords' court
of inspired symphonies for this Ice kings' consort.
And above all, the Sky with his beneficent wink!
So in love, I just sigh at this winters' white wink...
a tear to an eye, as it's frost bite on the brink...
and fear, again, ...I... have gotten lost while I think...