January 6, 2012 § 7 Comments

The tinny tine
of tiny bells
like the supple wax
of fading candles, softer
than the kind that peal
from steeples,
but ring instead
in “remember when” –
whispered psalms
of reconnection
forgotten hymns, melodic
beat of fire crackle
dynamic balance, between
the forte of festivity
and pianissimo of children
to be sleeping
Holiday mezzo
measured levels
golden-tinged by candelight
and sweet red wine, like
the breath of Christmas kisses
and the ring of angel wings


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