A December Evening
Envisioning pure, white troops,
Pallid faces, glistening with frozen smiles,
Raiding diamond castles,
Transparent swords clashing and clanging,
And white milk pouring in place of blood.
Or skiing down vertical hills,
Experiencing the thrills of a daredevil,
Falling down in the blanket and waking up in bed.
Or as flakes, hail, snow descend,
Standing in the midst of it all,
Sticking out my tongue,
Tasting the purity of the whiteness,
Transcending into a world unknown.
All envisioned while cozy in a beanbag,
A steaming’ cup of cocoa sitting beside,
A book; and a crackle of fire sounding,
All on a certain evening in a certain month.