Tinsel Night

In radiance of blue
The flurries dance
Stars descend
In arms of quiet wind
Falling on earth
To softness of white dust
The night glows
By frosted window
Sits the ballad of silence
Unyielding
The distant angry bay
Now of one color
Wears silver streaks
Elegant as the gods
Frozen in nature
A shadow
In stillness and quiet
By the warmth of fire
Enchanted by magical beauty
Becomes conscious of a prelude
To dreams and tranquility
Ocean blue fills her eyes
The alizarin crimson concept
Wanders nowhere
Delightful oddities
The crescent moon
Camouflaged, archaic
Ainon M writes from Carbondale, Illinois, USA.