I'm fond of sparkling snow, rain, space,
and trees that go at extraordinary pace.
Currents are laden with ice and undertow,
and sound of rain paint season of mistletoe.
As the day's dawn drawn near, I sip on a cold root beer.
Stars caress the sky—and all of the little houses nearby.
I'm game for this and that, as well as first editions.
Digital art, gifs, and the like, make lovely additions.
Thine muses help to replace various liquors and boozes.
And the treasure is found behind the canvas he chooses.