as they pass.
in snow shoes
on their way to
In the tree-filled church of sledding,
Pilgrims pray on bellies flopped.
Tushes twirl in coaster pews,
Work cold wonders
in the city, in the park -
frozen maidens, chilly children,
carrot noses, eyes of bark.
A snowy deer with antler branches,
Standing tall and poised and still,
Like a glacial wintry sentry,
Keeps its vigil on the hill.
Gilded beams grace the rooftops.
Droplets glisten from the eaves.
We'll have buttered toast in blankets,
Cocoa kisses if we please.