The Collection.
Our best antiques
Are the trees.
The sky
Has all the great galleries.
The stars light up
This dazzling show.
And coolest decor
Is wall to wall snow.
Topped with silver beams
From the moon.
Suspending our dreams
Like a yellow balloon,
That will never fly away.
That collection
Outside our window
Each day.
Sunrise,
The artist did miss.
Lakeside peace,
Undiscovered bliss.
Music hummed
By a tuneful breeze.
Sculptures posing
In deep freeze.
Those snowmen crafted by the young.
In parks and streets
Where winter clung.
Until Spring
Introduced its flower show.
A catwalk of colour
Sways to and fro.
Their sunkissed faces
Pout to perfection.
This years
Very latest collection.
poem by Kevin East
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