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DAZZLING DECEMBER DREAMS





            DAZZLING DECEMBER DREAMS

Scintillating icy stars and snowbow prisms on winter sky edge

Mistletoe kisses! Oh! Jolly surprises

To pirouette in my ivory gown of tiffany lace and silver-toed ballerina slipper

December dream wishes of shine and shimmer


Larch and Alder trees whispering charming fairy tales

Munching on gingerbread cookies, rum-raisin cakes soaking in citrusy glaze

Fragrant pines adorned with baubles, trinkets and glitter

December dream wishes of shine and shimmer 


Festoons of bonny lambs with downy fleece

Stollens loaded with nuts and candied peels

Macadamia panettone and marzipans dusted with royal icing sugar

December dream wishes of shine and shimmer


Ivy vines and eucalyptus wreaths perfuming every corner

Cranberry garlands and bouquets of lavender

Sipping mulled plum wine while caroling around a toasty bonfire 

December dream wishes of shine and shimmer 


Decadent Brownie fudge sundae drizzled with brandy

Snowmen of shredded coconut holding sticks of pink cotton candy

Winter moon brightening silver-blue skies– a lustrous opaline chandelier

December dream wishes of shine and shimmer 


Shakes of eggnog and cakes of yule log

Apricot skies at dawn rolling in silken fog

Ride along with Santa Claus in his reindeer sleigh

To the North Pole singing Ho-Ho-Ho all the way !

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

©️ Sangeetha Kamath 


Characteristics Of A List Poem

A list poem can be a list or inventory of items, people, places, or ideas.

It often involves repetition.

It can include rhyme or not.

The list poem is usually not a random list. It is well thought out.

The last entry in the list is usually a strong, funny, or important item or event.

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