


melted dark chocolate
hand-drizzled on a candy cane
positioned on a graham cracker stick
for dream walking
hats off to the warm gingerbread baking in the oven
while we lick the frosting freshly made
messed about on our fingers, spreading icing
with song‘s flav
hearth lit 🔥 and cocoa steaming in the kettle.
hanging with that marshmallow snow outside
is the song 🎵 of the seasons lingering in the air from the records revolutions
adding to the momentum like floating clouds
the smell of pine needles and the early setting sun glowing up on the rafters
I will see the stars tonight, on this long night of 14 hrs.
butterscotch nightcap and the old Sprites
yen for more blackberry honey mead
one more toast to the night in radiant jubilation
for the
the gift of the sight,
its rising nature
the way the sun, love, air, heat, & ascension
are always lifting up.
chimes of the clock mark my optimism
for even at midnight both arms point high.















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