Snowy mountains tipped in ice, Twinkles.
Little snowmen all lined up in a row, Smile warmly.
Yes its time, For the moonlight dance!
Snow slowly glides down, Floating softly.
Houses down a Street glows,
Bright, warm, loving, lights escape windows.
Yes its time, For the beginning.
Snow and frost shields the naked branches of each tree,
Like a blanket on a new-born child.
Eggnog bottles all placed in neat little rows.
Yes its time, for snow to fall.
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Totally love your imagery! ! Especially this line: Eggnog bottles all placed in neat little rows. For some reason that line touched and illuminated that particular image within my mind. Love this poem, and your style. Thank you for sharing, RoseAnn