Every breeze sings
'merry christmas'
the beauty of the month
hangs o'er like a frigid spell,
rimy light of stars
bewitching broken
souls to entreaties -
a ray of luminescent
in the frosted dark,
wheezing wind
missing glittering moon
as he necessitate greedy
nimbus to carve sinister dark,
quantum rays of merry moon
scatter fallen flakes
to illustrate merry dec,
illuminating hopes
buried underneath
blooming in snowhails
with tempting cheer,
blithe bells ring
it sung the glory of
the supreme as
rays of merry stars
refin'd the darkness into
light of hopes.
© vichus