Christmas Day brought rain
out the mashed potato sky;
drizzled slowly on the winter
world like caramel on cream,
melting the snow top crust,
encasing the trees in crystalline
chrysalis, skate-rinkng streets
and lining the windows in rivers
of Vaseline smears turned
sparkling in reds and greens
as the wind kicked up. All
night it barrel-rolled against
the house pounding admittance,
as if too cold for even itself. When
finally the morning sun cracked,
glancing still it blows, shaking off
the ice crystal coats from the tree
branches, showering the ground
in rainbow husks of velvet, casting
limbs into slinky springing motion
ricocheting along the light’s
flickering life line.
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