What is this that I have found
Lying here all around
Sugar topping
On the cake
There’s no stopping
No mistake
Powder of the finest white
Blinding in reflective light
Man made not
This topping fine
Only taught
By God divine
Melting smooth
Freezing fast
Dripping running
Will not last
Cold confection
On gingerbread houses
Gives reflection
On our touses
Sprinkled down
Upon our heads
Hated cursed
With many frowns
Into this the angels run
Leaving pictures
Of their fun
Tiny footsteps
Mar the glaze
Tiny flakes
Amaze
Bedecked in clear
Ungilded splendor
Takes no seer
This palace enter
Fortress of impenetration
Block on block it rises
But the rays
Of coming days
Bring some surprises
Figures round
On the overlay stand
Created by
A tiny band
Given life
By imagination
Given death
By sublimation
Families together stood
In their rows
‘Twas good
Drinking in the passers by
Seeing with their stony eye
Every valiant try
On this hood
And mantle clean
Slide the tiny folk
And lean
Against the
Kiss of north wind
Mean
Still their tumbles
Doth they take
Interior rumbles
Make them quake
So soothing liquids
Poured consumed
Fueled they resume
Upon this glassy frosting move
And into it they carve
A grove
And dance to music
All their own
Until the day that they are shown
The leaps
And fleetingly
They fly
And keep
The stars
As they flash by
Rounded crusts
They lay in mounds
Like giant eggs
Upon the ground
And toss these crusts
At one another
Ducking dodging
Hit each other
Laughing joy
Their day is spent
And so away they went
Reflecting diamonds
In the darkness
Speak to stars lost
And in their losing find them
And in the darkness bind them
To themselves
What was lost
Has now been found
A precious treasure
On the ground
All around

09/01/2002

Posted on 09/01/2002
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