There was something in the wind:
Defeat, glory, and change.
The scent thrilled and excited.
It brought tears from drenched eyes.
Hearts pounded. Hopes rose and fell
Or fell and rose with each breath
And each blast. It smelled of
Life and ashes.
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In The Wind
A Part Apart
Windows and light –
Inside but out;
Part of the whole –
Apart from it:
Never so human
As a bustling crowd
Punctuated by emptiness.
A Lazy, Happy Day
Here’s to the morning after –
Sleeping in: exhausted bliss
Then slowly rising, kindling
The still-twinkling lights of
That merry tree, sipping coffee
Or other caffeine glancing at
The residual chaos with a
Amused and tolerant eye
(To be done at some point),
But then the kids are up with
Equally residual excitement
There are new toys to explore
And leftover sweets to eat.
A sip, a smile – a day complete.
Merry Christmas Memories
As
soon
as it was
time, and we
were allowed,
we ran in to bounce
on our parents’ bed:
“It’s Christmas!” we cried.
“Wake up! Wake up!” Then,
we all went to see the tree, bright
colors glinting off tinsel, garlands,
and ornaments, offset by the dark branches
and sky. Our stockings were stuffed, our tree
surrounded by gifts, but in the mad frenzy of
torn wrapping and cut ribbons, the warmth of a hug
And their faces lit by those happy lights were the
best
gifts
of all.
To All A Good Night
A cacophony
Of voices and registers:
The last-minute rush.
Strict obligation,
Resented but carried out:
Gifts bought – time for fun.
Joyful excitement
Imagining their faces:
Can I buy them more?
Anticipation
Builds as the night approaches:
Santa is coming!
Slowly crowds disperse
To homes, trees, and family:
Christmas Eve at last.
The Gift That Keeps Giving
It’s sinking into the couch with a book and tv.
It’s jumping for joy with childish glee
And racing from the office, shouting “Yippee!”
Then, collapsing at home with a long string of z’s.
It’s true – it’s true! I can almost believe –
No work tomorrow for me!
twytte 