Thursday, November 28, 2024

before we trim the tree

there is
a light feeling
of seasonal
joy
in the air.
maybe it's the lights,
the sparkle
of green
blue and red,
the star
like whites,
flowered yellows
strung
along the house.
the smell
of the fir tree in
the corner.,
still wet with the forest.
maybe
it's what's in the oven.
that plate of cookies
on the table.
that red
apron
you're wearing.
maybe it's the mistletoe
you
hung above
the kitchen door.
it almost feels like things
are back
to normal.

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