15 November 2010


Wreath 11/13

The leaves are all red and yellow and brown
they are sifting in the subway grates
the air smells like apple and cinnamon
and this morning there is a pile
of candy corn on the sidewalk

This time of year reminds me of family
pine trees filling with light
red sweaters with reindeer on them
and table clothes in rich colors
covered with plates of cookies

That smell of a fire place lit for the first time
is the smell of every Christmas ever had

It is the sign of everything yet to have

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