25 December 2011

Chrstimas Box

Christmas Box 12/25

Look into the branches and see those little star-points
they glitter – they are roses on the mantle and food in
our bellies

We can break this day open like piƱata – the contents
pouring over the parquet like thick gravy – this second
will become a shimmer in our memories

A ball to place on a high branch at Christmastime we
will take it our examine it and put it away careful like
under it will be our treasure

Reflections will splinter the room into what is beautiful
and what is more beautiful – your face – mine – the
sound of snow on snow

These little twinkles hold our souls – they cover this
greenery and wrap us in some kind of warm – why
it is forgotten is anyone’s guess