The last leaf waltzes under pearly clouds
while autumn tickles the ivories
before walking away on eggshells.
Dressed in its finest old lace,
winter flurries take center stage.
The glow from vanilla candles
can’t melt the frosted windowpanes.
Alabaster angels search the Milky Way
for cosmic lattes and corn silk teas
as a choir of freshly fallen snowflakes
sings of hope for a White Christmas.
© Susan Schoeffield
Written for the 10/12/14 prompt at Creative Bloomings “Sunday Seed” to write a poem using the tints and hues of a chosen color.