Pristine White

December

My love

Clad in snow

Pretty shimmering white

Bringing the cold

The Heather that's frore 

It's cold and nice

But it has one vice

To homeless It's a price

Of life to pay

As on a garden 

Bench they lay

With no respite

From the frost or cold

As pristine as a princess 

She is a cruel mistress

But yet deep within

She has a heart

A heart that is thawed

As soft as tart

And yet a bit flawed

Her silver robes

Fly in the wind

As she gazes down

From her snow clad throne

Atop the Mt. Everest

Where she resides

Visiting us once

In every twelve months

Bringing with her 

Her thirty one sons

White white December

Thou art so lovely

Following the eleven

And yet so lonely

Staggering at the end

Bidding adieu

To the year 

That was so blue

Oh! Milky December

You take my heart 

And wrench it around 

As rude as it sounds

I still wait for you

'Cos I love to be forlorn