'PACKING UP X-MAS':

                                                     

    A Post-Holiday Musing

No greens adorn the mantel-piece;

No garlands grace the walls;

The pantry shelves are bare once more,

I've swept and mopped the halls...

No longer are there sprigs of pine

To coax red embers bright;

No longer do the twinkling tails

Of small lights chase the night.

Great wreaths and candles,

Past their prime,

Re-line bespoken drawers;

The festive foil, made just for gifts,

Re-dresses attic floors...

Glass ornaments

Are packed with care,

The fir-tree stands 'at curb';

In one year's time

ALL will return:

Warm memories,

Un-disturbed...

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poem written by L.P.-G

copyright 1/2022