Behind the Snowy Lace

The village lights blink, firefly-like
Behind the frilly lace
Of curtains hung from darkened clouds
That fill the empty space.

The gentle sound of rustl’ing sheers,
Or swish of satin gown,
As whiteness settles everywhere,
Like drifting eider down.

Two shiny snakes hiss through the fluff,
A wee sleigh on their backs.
As children’s laughter fills the air
The snow fills up the tracks.

The horses puff, gray clouds of steam,
A whinny and a snort.
The music and accompaniment
Of sleigh’s equine escort.

The silent crowds, hunchbacked and still,
Shawl covered, woolen white
Stand motionless in sightless stare
At zero Fahrenheit.

The fireflies fade to tick and tock,
The curtain fades to naught.
A spotlight beams on snow’s encore
That nature’s hand has wrought.