Monday, 12 December 2011

The Christmas time

As far as the eye can see 
A vista of pure virgin white 
The whole scene cloaked 
In a deep shroud of snow 
Shapes rise up here and there 
From the thick carpet 
Disguising what lies below 
I search the scene for signs of life 
And find none 
The snow is fresh and unsullied 
Just lying there, waiting 
For the Christmas time.