~ Moonie’s Christmas Muse ~
I’ve heard, and so it is, they say…
There is a land where the cherry blossoms fall beneath a sky shrouded in soft hues of pearl and silver-grey.
Above grounds cloaked in bundles of deep white snow the sun sets an aquamarine and crocuses bloom only when the twilight sparrow tucks his wings to stay.
Frosted petals of pink and rose dapple the air when mother breeze takes her first morning breath, ah the scent of another day.
Below a midnight moon is seen icicles of rainbow braids all crystalline where shadow lovers gently dream and sway.
So soon shall roam the longest night but thereafter will live the forever May whilst in her velvet robe the stars- binding the light with winters blush, will touch their hearts, tip their hats and play.