Christmas in the desert

the frost on the cold earth blankets, purges the taint of soil 
whose stain is exhumed by first of season's bite of freeze
the sun with its stream and pulse of photon radiation's sting
makes further cleanse by light's emittence
by the powdered fluff of white on the heavy ground, 
reflects effects to me, to my eye, 
to and through, into my frozen heart, 
then lights ignites my pent up state of mind
breaks by inside burn, somehow divine no doubt,
the darkened ilk of world's havoc week in me,
like gradual causal plaque build, 
like soul sludge pack upon my person's being

light emits from the powdered fluff of white
reflects effects upon and into me, somehow i sense divine

it burns without flame, without earth's fire, 
purifies with holy light, magic breaks my funk apart
how great is the light that reveals the wonder of this newly fallen stuff
a new day, a new dawn albeit today i know will fast flee away,
my deep felt regret

i must hold it while i can, the wonder of this newly fallen stuff
i will not easy let it slip away, 
stay the glow of newly fallen reams of pleasant thought
that calm my irksome resonating pitch of wiry nerves 
like scratching glass, the gritted, clenching, gnashing jaw of teeth 
the world's havoc rending week's effect on me

yes, hold it while i can, 
the wonder of this magic virgin frost 
first fallen of the winter season, from heaven's hold indeed, 
it fell in the night while i slept, 
in wait for me to see and breathe with my 7th sense 
i grasp its purity, i want of it, 
that God on me today has blessed

yes, hold it while you can,
this kind of feel, i'm sure will drift away 
interrupted by more, the darkening ilk 
the world's havoc week, affect's descent on me 
despite resistance by will's insistence,
for it i beg to stay

yes, hold it while i can i want,
the wonder of this magic virgin purity  
it shall by world's way, vaporize away 
as countless times before it has, 
left me orphan void and empty spent
despite a pout of soul, fit of rage, resent with slow restraint 
still rising to the top of my every day living 
nonetheless impinge i do, 
upon resolve to find another route 
to fight against the low of cold, and stain of intermittent thaw
of human propensity toward depression, common to the human race
common with the season, surrounded by commercial stuff and such
to strive and gain the light of day, overcome the cold of lonely cloud
for a burst of joy erupt from the magic of this downy stuff with sun's bright reflect
melt the soul sludge build on my person's psyche
thaw the dross of winter's gray, make it clean with heaven's light
peace on earth, good will toward man and love prevail
cleanse my soul oh Lord, make it white like the downy frost