Red and Green,
Lovely tunes, beautiful.
None like June,
Unique every year, like its flakes
Everything is in slow motion
Like thoughts under moonlights,
Mystery with inconsistent heights;
The shocking moments in movies.
Music competing with laughter,
Baby Jesus born to rise in the higher
And take us with Him too.
Snow eternally welcomed,
While legs are rapid through the cold
All is humbled, fascinating white gold
Beautiful, but not like June
We’ll be sure to see it again, sometime soon.
Copyright © 2015 by Charles Joseph Augustin
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