December 14, 2002

Christmas Walk
dye light
in the nodding hours
dank wind Merlot chill’d,
brave lights curl pines
and whispering oaks--
a neighborhood aurora borealis.

Ranch houses wear the jewelry
of the ebulliently bulbous,
gems of blue and red raiments
recreating the plaintiveness
of youth’s last call.

Standing athwart the land of cold & dark
defiantly bright, incandescent strivers
strike the heart like carolers
of Whoville cheer.

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