Poem for the Season
It ’tis the season
Like a thief, masked
With stealth does this holiday time leap upon us all
It ’twas just Hallow’s eve
as the veil between worlds
revealed shadows and spirits
and brightly dressed children begging for treats
Then ’twas a day of thankfulness
followed by a day of gluttony
Trees rode home on caravan rooftops
at which time the neighbors
strung their lights
inside and out
our blinds are not thick enough
to block out their brightness
Our house remains quiet
undressed
our windows bare
our trees empty
we wait
for a few more days to pass
before our strand of lights
is hung upon the mantle
and our wreath placed on the brick facade.
Sincerely, Lori 