SNOW

 

December is ending, Christmas is here…

For the old and young, for the boys and girls.

The pine tree, clad with silver balls,

Gleams as music fills the halls.

(Outside the snow swirls

Around the frothy, old pier.)

 

You gaze out the white-encased window,

With your long, black, delicious hair

Braided in an alabaster bow,

As your beauteous body scents with roses

The soft perfume it gently discloses

Throughout the parlor, in the wintry air.

~ John Lars Zwerenz