On Christmas Evening Poem by John Lars Zwerenz

On Christmas Evening

On Christmas Evening, azure hued,
Upon the snow clad trail, rosy, warm and good,
My love and I, with love imbued,
Shall wander to the glistening wood,
To find the nook we have pursued
In dreams of an amorous kiss:
A cozy nook beneath the feathery bliss
Of quivering myrtles, among a courtyard of white.
We shall rove through the brisk and sacred air,
In a nimbus of sure delight,
Snug in our sweaters, holding hands,
Free of all care,
In the hush of the moonlight -
Vowing mystic wedding bands.

John Lars Zwerenz