Merry Christmas

Tip tap on the window,
the frost raps
as the wind announces
the induction of winter.
Drops of fluffy white
float down the sky like wisps
of manna--
nourishing our souls,
reminding us that
life, like the flakes, is ephemeral  
and distinct.
The world is preparing
to be re-born, nature  
laboring under a
blanket of frost.  
With one last push  
towards the new year,
the Son is crowned  
and exhales--
warming us for eternity.  
    
Edited from a past poem, L'Hiver