By Akemi
In the waking midst of winter,
Little Jack Frost invited a game of tag,
As I bound for home,
He gleefully skips along the pavement-
Leaving a glistening carpet of the night sky.
He left a mark on the path yonder,
As each puddle was playfully stomped on-
Aha! A silver thaw on every block.
As I am sure to lose this game 'til deep winter comes,
To when the barren Earth is blessed
By tiny nymphs of Father Christmas
Neatly laying an endless carpet
Of virgin snow at our humble abode-
Like confection over cake.
A sweet promise of something wonderful this season.
(December 9, 2013)
