©2012 Marcus James Christian, marcusunlimited
Like beams rising forth from sixteenth notes on a staff,
so too, do the new evergreens climb into cool airs.
Soft snow kisses airs which compliment our coats.
Hushed helpful airs heave snow off pioneering branches.
The table has an indentation in its stone center.
There go the woods of yesteryear for a fire.
There are trees which surround our royal table.
Chilly air bows to the great evergreen sentinels.
Yams, a deep bright orange burst open upon a the slightest budge.
Cinnamon spice tea is our chosen drink for dining this evening.