We write our Christmas letter
Red ink on dusty snow
Fine drops and ink
The boughs are cut
Thick foliage shapes our shoulders
Like a coat
We walk amongst the city spires
The place of our dreams
Look all around us
Refuse to believe
Our arms are bare
We apply a balsam against the cold
Keep walking
Never stop
Run and play
Feel the cool breeze blowing our hair
We are free for now
Keep the letter in our pocket
Hold it tight
Like crushed glass and lucky pennies
We will draw upon it when needed
That is the magic of Christmas
Warm berries and still nights.
Now I want to know more about the letter! What a tease you are as my mind sets about imagining its content. Have a beautiful Christmas Jae. You should be here as it is the middle of our berry season in Australia.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so red (and primal) about the image of warm berries and still nights, of crushed glass being held tight... that made me shiver.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of a Christmas letter as a talisman against the cold.
ReplyDeleteHello, my friend, so nice to read you. I love "warm berries and still nights", and can see that red ink against the snow.
ReplyDeleteA beautiful Christmas letter!! Hope your Christmas was good, and ready for the new year!!
ReplyDeleteI like this magic!
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