She loved
Christmastime so— the crisp air;
The stir of the wind; deep grays in the
sky.
She loved
the warm heat from the register on her
Feet, knees, face,
And
night’s city’s arc lights, reflecting the star-stitched
Dark snow, outside the window.
The scent
of a pine tree, in the living room.
She loved Christmastime so, — it showed
on her face,
Joy and peace!
No: 4566/ October, 1, 2014
For ET
