In it blows, December’s wind
Leaving in its wake,
A blanket thick with virgin snow
Where angels kids will make

With magic clasping mittened hands
All snowmen breathe in life,
And lights come out and lights go up
To decorate the night

Trees appear in windowed homes
Tradition hung to branch,
As years gone by bring smiles, tears
And thoughts of past romance

I dream it still, as though a child
In fields of sparkling white,
That winter’s joy and beauty
Will bring hearts and souls delight

For in that field I also see
A chance to forge a path,
That leads to my December years
With peace and love intact

~ Leana Delle
Sunday, December 1, 2019
2019 Sunday Poetry Challenge – Number forty-seven of fifty-two
Photo Credit: Leana Delle