One glass swan
Color of Reisling
Weightless
What else endures?
Nothing
Ornamental
Nothing
Fragile
No relics
No artifacts
This frost-lit night
December’s
Tea-stained sidewalk
The Aurora
Flowing through
The cold black sky
Thick with stars?
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Trimming the Tree: A Christmas Poem

5 replies on “Trimming the Tree: A Christmas Poem”
Nicely written ❤️
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Thanks so much!
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You are always welcome ❤️
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Moody AF. I love it.
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Haha! Works for me!
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