LIGHTING THE CHRISTMAS TREE - a poem

LIGHTING THE CHRISTMAS TREE

Nut-brown fingers are eager
to switch on tree lights
as a myriad of faces uplift
to halos of brightness
spinning ritualistically
while a family gathers
inside the ancestral home.
Resounding Grandfather clock
ticks away time and memories.
Branches gleam anew
with old crystals, baubles,
and golden beads.  Silver
whimsies sparkle like showery
Fourth of July glitter
on this Merry Christmas Eve.

Comments

  1. ... every chosen word PERFECT ... you never fail me (^_^) ... I've a collection over the years of your Winter poems ... you should gather them into a gift book!

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