Christmas Morning

The ground is iron,
Diamond white,
Laced with pearls
Of frozen light.

The spiked Holly,
A silvered Queen,
The winter wind
A Vixen’s scream.

A winter waltz
Of ice and glass,
A song of leaving.
A frozen Mass


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