By: Bruce Levine

Frozen embers
Icicles outlining
The skyline of cities
Rooftops covered with snow
Drifts blown across highways
Festooning the landscape
In marshmallow white
While barren fields
That once grew corn
Reaching for the sky
Replaced with snow mountains
A skier’s paradise
Singing a new refrain
Of winter’s melodies
Carved from the frozen embers
Like prehistoric amber
Encasing fossils
Branding the days and nights
With winter’s insignia
Of icicle sculptures
Molded into family crests
And holly trees
Burgeoning with berries
Red and green
Against the white snow
Proclaiming the winter solstice
Moving forward
Toward the new year