Her blinding tears formed an ice lake

Recalling how things fall apart

Marooned and inconsolable

Thinking of Christmas past

Suddenly quite unexpected

A presence catches her eye

A pure red flash of contrast

Settled on a pure white sigh



Dying of thirst by the lake there

Under the sentinel pines

In a frozen gasp of her making

Exhaling glacial designs

There was a bursting out of the darkness

It's flickering caught in her eye

A bright rubescent promise

Arrived on a cardinal high

In red wrapping paper...



The air is transformed and altered

Her body and senses thaw

With warming infusing aromas

Of cinnamon amber and clove

Lined in a crimson blush there

Cushioned in scarlet desire

A blush full flushed and flaming

A gift wrapped in glittering fire

In red wrapping paper...



All good things should come

In red wrapping paper