saturday's weathertide

 

we make merry of gloom

        -holiday songs-

        -folding cards with red-bowed

                      tinsel-

         

but howling wind shakes   

trees with vengence

for some minutes,

         -lights were out-

all house's hollows, nooks

lost its s     

             h       

                a

                  p

                       e 

bleeding into darkness

         -our eyes fog, blind-

but for half-moon  

    glittering silverblue

Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - Quadrille, hosted by Mish.  This is a 44 word poem with the chosen word, TINSEL. Thanks for your visit and comments.