Winter 2020

Under skies of
 Somber, dirty gray
Flakes of pure white
 Dance their ballet.

Houses outlined,
 In the long, black night,
By red and green 
 Spheres, twinkling bright.
 
While trees stand cold,
 Dull, lifeless, and bare,
Pine trees are dressed 
 In warm Christmas flair.
 
As the year counts
 Its last final days, 
Voices rejoice 
 The Holy birthday.
 
Sickness precludes
 Real-life embraces;
Kin gather in 
 Virtual spaces.

Winter’s severe, 
 Stark by all measure.
Harshness heightens
 Beauty and treasure.