Christmas In Sunriver

As the spirit of Christmas is among us, I wanted to take a shot at my first Christmas poem. Thanks for checking it out. By the way......the "Sunriver" that I write of, is located in Central Oregon.

Christmas in Sunriver

Snow and crystal in the air

Bulbs and wreaths and candles

My baby in my prayers

Along the glistened trails

We stroll without a word

The crunch of ice beneath our feet

Is the only sound that's heard

Jesus on a steeple

The face of the Blessed One

And the green eyes of my angel

That sparkle like the sun

Powder on her lashes

Silent as it lands

Hearts and fingers intertwined

In mitten covered hands

Along the path, a manger

In the yard of someone's home

A baby boy and mother

His blessings will be known

Frosty snowmen dot the path

Holy Spirit in the mist

The warm lips of my baby

Is my only Christmas list

Among the falling snowflakes

In the trees above our heads

A snowy owl is nesting

With babies in their beds

My lover hugs me softly

And my heart begins to pound

Christmas in Sunriver

A treasure to be found

Reviews

[Dispersus]

I've never been there, but now I know :-)

Peace

[Scott S]

Thanks very much for the review. Happy holidays