Friday, December 19, 2008

sometimes only a poem will do...

Whispers of winter white
dance upon the rooftop,
sprinkle across the windowpanes,
envelop my home.
Jewels that twinkle bright
bounce along the branches,
hugging the evergreen so tight,
lighting up my home.
Soft strains of Silent Night
echo on the airwaves,
touching and lifting hearts this night,
peace will warm my home.


  1. Beautiful twinkly poem there. (truelyana off AW)