There are things
I dream of
Only in December,
They come in
Shades
Of blues and silvers
Like frost on lakes,
That hide
The cold within the
Deep blue below,
Through silvery smiles.
And the veins of
Snowflakes
Like the deep blue
Veins
That form
In a cheesecake
Sprinkled
With blueberries.
And snowstorms
That whirl by
On silver ice-skates
Slicing through frost
And dreams
Until I wake
In January.