14 December

Can you see it?
Christmas dawns along
a powdered horizon.

Dusted landscape,
fallen flakes.
Bitter crash
of freezing lakes.

Can you hear it?
Sweet adagio notes
bounce down darkness,
beneath cloudied skies,
illuminated
by floodlights.

Black evenings,
hurried skies.
Chilling gusts,
windied cries.

Can you feel it?
Alone and clear,
footprint trails
in and out
of streetlamps
banishing the shadows.

Warm in the cold,
Peculiar feel -
Verity's light
so surreal.

Do you mind it?
Opening your shell
and watering
so deeply
as so your jade roots
can spread and bury,
hibernate,
beneath the Ice.

Life in December,
Dreams in July -
I tend to remember
just to get by.