Winter Ghazal

A whiffle ball bespoke landed weightless.

Breeze tested temptation in the foreground.

Foreheads pressed to windows meant ablutions.

Not far from snow, relaxation by the fire.

Crystal precise in the thin-branched yard gleamed.

A bisque of spirits, unstirred at half-mast. 

Fenestration formed scenery's reflection.

A miniature booth, where wisdom sat.

A punch list bereft of grammar, inclusive.

Wait lists outnumbered those served and flowering.