It's In The Air (Rictameter) Poem by Kim Schilling

It's In The Air (Rictameter)



Catching
the first snowflake,
your tongue tastes the season;
Snow covered tree with lights shining,
North star pointing to where an angel sings.
Garland draped across the red door
with seasonal wreath hung;
it’s awfully
catching.

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