Golden hued lights play upon the sparkling snow
Briefly illuminating the dull grays and sharp white of the eve morn
Bare branches reach up like stilled skeleton hands
Grasping and swiping at the winter sun with the morning breeze
But in this moment of perfect warmth despite the cold
All of the year's ideal memories come out to haunt with the wind
Fresh and heady scents line the crisp, cold air
As it sweeps through between the evergreen boughs
The tastes of crimson wines and succulent fruits rush back
Dancing upon the palate once more in celebration of remembrance
A year of seasons and change whirl through the mind
Allowing the trees before you bloom and blossom before the eyes
Just before they are still again, once more barren and slim
Red berries, pine cones, rich, heavy autumnal colors
All dot the snow at this one perfect moment, urging you to take a breath
in
Breathe in your past and take in your future
And enjoy your Logosmas Eve as it unfolds before you
In this wintery scene of memories

Penned by my hand on the 8th of Miraman, in the year 410 AF.