0stamping hard,warming cold toes,
whipeing red,and dripping nose.
heads turn to watch the blackest sky,
eager to see the rockets fly!
wrapped up against the winter chill,
then overhead the nighttime fills.
zipping through the air,they crack!
zapping, like a lightning flash!
rainbows of colours cascade down
sizzle,fizzle to the ground.
slithering silver,shimmering golds,
orange,blue,crimsons,brash and bold!
flowers pop!bloom to disappear,
glowing stars,trickle to the earth.
noisey shouts of sheer delight!
as whizzing ,whirling fills the night!
the show has come to it’s end,so,
time for us to fill our cars ,and go.
grey whisps linger in the air,
smoke clings, to clothes and hair
at last the welcoming fires heat,
to thaw,stinging frigid feet.
cupped hands,warm around a steamy mug,
and we gather on the firesides rug.
left outside the damp that wets my bones,
oh it’s so good to be back home.
This poem was written/submitted by lynne hannah cannon.
