Wednesday, December 25, 2013

Christmas Day (Poem 267)

Above, the blue spectacular, 
swimming across the nightscape 
of our dreams, the tentacles 
of beauty drawing us ever inward, 
birdsong strung like glittering garland 
on a brightly lit Christmas tree, 
showering down upon us where 
we lay, entwined, on the forest floor's 
satin cushions, waiting for dawn's 
scarlet carpet to unfurl at our feet 
and trail like ribbons in the sky 
behind us while we make our way--
lazy and soft--toward home.

(c) 2013, by Hannah Six

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