Blitzen

The linebackers claim
they were from the north
peninsula -
or pole. Their secret.
But muscular, they face prepared
for a dazzling  stream of white confetti -
ticker tapes of bonded and aged holly
fixed to posts, bricks,
homes -
see the street animated for
fleet and frigid travelers.

Directions are easy as this
child waits for the boatload -
willingly donating
sleep for boxes and crates.
But today the sun sleeps
in shadow for flying in each direction -
flakes twinkling -
seriously dousing
toes and fingers for snowballs.

It's a good day for
pine, not pining for green parades.
They arrive with fallen leaves
too heavy for darling eyes.
Sleep while they sprint
the planet.
Easy for their flight in vehicles,
carriages all named for transporting hearts -
as dawn crawls toward urchins awake.
Back to the North Pole they
sail.

© 2013 Larry Ingram