A Festive Season
written by: LadyLily
@AFairymary
Fading Violas crinkle their leaves,
December’s yellow Rose absent citron syrup.
A flame of Poppies hang heads
like half licked strawberry lollies.
The gleaming shape of a Snowman,
dead white, scarf tight, stands…
listening to whispering moonbeams.
A Winter’s Eve, dull, drab with dripping Mulberry mists,
leafless, trees tinkle like copper.
The Moon stares, naked in snow-ignited sky.
White stars gleam upon icy, redheaded Holly bushes,
smothering them with silver strands,
as frosty Cedars glimmer their jealousy.
Snowdrop caps embroidered with Myrtle,
a snowy gown made from flake-lace,
clothe a thousand Winter Jasmine,
who pose through their sheet of Royal icing.
Stars of snow take refuge beneath kind petals of late-flush Roses,
their buds burst into alabaster flares.
Arctic arms clasp Mother Nature,
weaving frost-beams to glimmer the Festive season.
LadyLily
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