Poem by Zana Coven
December
In a crystal room of December noble
In luxurious nights celebrates double
All glitters, with welth brags
With vanity whiteness turns into drugs
Icy ornaments happily sparkling
Silver birds all around sqarking
The forest dressed as a dandy male
From altitude proudly looks at the dale
Full of gold and silver, bends to the ground
Such a pageantry, metallic sounds
Icy crown on each garnish
Rings, brooches, in the morning will vanish
It doesn’t care the winter ‘s mark
It doesn’t fear the frozen dark
