Raise a Toast

Chisps of cinder dance with the sweet spice of cinnamon around the cold tip of my nose,
Shuffling feet slush through mud made from last night’s song, winter is close.
Unrefined ice designs trickle along the back of my neck, head bowed from the wind,
A darkened sky hugs the earth and my eyes doze, just a hint.
Set the fire, my dear love, and let glass spheres hang from trees,
Let hues of lights twinkle creating smiles from fathers driving up the street.
Waltzing lovers sway to melodies hummed once a year while dinner roasts
May all the worries of yesterday melt into the snow, for that I raise a Holiday toast.