crystals on the mistletoe
as winter takes a final bow.
diamond dusted sequin gown
adorned by every tree.

feather quilt of eiderdown,
an ermine mantle cloaked around
the shoulders of the mountains near
and clear out to the sea.

a winter morning greeted me
with kisses soft on frozen breeze.
will morning's yellow fingers ease
this travesty of snow?

and heavy laden bows relieve,
and grant each branch a broad reprieve,
remove the curse of winter's dearth
on creatures here below?