I unbox gold trees
trimmed festive red bows
there are amber lights
tricking my eyes - moon-
seeds or neon lights-
cold nights, fevered dreams-
December blues paint
falling snowflakes from
silver dusted sky
still the heat of you
remains - pillows, book-
marks, coffee-stained mugs
Posted for dVerse Poets Pub - MTB - Picture This in Six, hosted by Laura Bloomsbury. Join us when the pub doors open at 3pm.
