holiday

your grace

fallen in icy crystals

dear snow bunny

I wander for thee

through and through hilly tops of frozen fleece

o'er chimes of windy holiday winds

 

kept warm by the soft pallette

edges of a crimson fireplace

in here with the foggy smoked windows

that glow for our Dickens novel

the boiling whimper of a tea kettle

diluted by the battling firewood

 

in here I'm your grace

and you are mine

Reviews

[Seriana]

Periac....oh dear. This is absolutely fantastic. I can TOTALLY picture it in my mind's eye. You know, one thing I would change is fogged smoky windows to foggy smoked windows. Just a suggestion.
And I LOVE LOVE LOVE the way you speak in terms of "your grace"....it is an admiration for her, almost like submission. It's beautiful. Really. Nice to see something new from you.