Untitled - December 25, 2003

The threads of liquid gold
twist and coil into a standing column
that moves and pools
into a dot of crimson red.

Silver veins shot through
pale blue,
the mélange of colors
blur and then reform
into the veritable hue of shades
that wrap themselves around the moment.

Green festoons
against deep red;
the drifting of snowflakes
in the still of the night;
watching children's dreams form
and take flight.