Befitting Moment

White flake tufts all over
The aura seems befitting for beer
But I refrained from it a long ago
And no, I can’t with it further go.

Snow days are sweet to behold
Snowballs good game, good to hold,
Keeps one fully fun replete
What a Nature’s bestowal indeed.

See the days dance in white beauty
Clement weather, a cup of green tea
To lead but joyous day on the going
With musicals, sweet and deep listening.

Play with snow and fill days with delight
Days shall then go with beauty at sight
Merry shall the time of Christmas be
Nature’s gift how beautiful, see.

Copyright: Welkin Siskin