Tinsel and brightness
Lights boxed, promising glorious
frosted glimmers from dark boughs
Winter fruit hanging heavy
Held safe warm inside
The hope grows as winter folds
We fall deeper into its dark crisp embrace
Golden hollow fruits gleam from the sitting room
Windows steaming
Warm hoods
Cold fingers to type
Boughs trapped
Trailed from the wild mountain oceans
Caught
To stand sentinel
At our windows
Flowering against the dark
(I claim no ownership of this image)
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