A Christmas Sonnet

The splendid tinkling of sleigh bells in snow; The glow of roaring fires far and wide; The reindeer's hoof beats measure the flow; As frozen hearts melt slowly by and by; The meadows, woodlands are silent and bare; Rows of bleak, black branches on frosted trees; Yet birds are floating on the wind kissed air; New worlds of wonder from visions and dreams: Angels are descending from abstract heights. The Christmas spirit radiates in white. I glimpse the presence of a precious light. One star glows in the icy realms of night. Love's subtle symbols are searched for their worth. Spring's promise is buried deep under earth.