Sunday, December 1, 2013

goodbye November


Christmas, come sooner

cinnamon and spice cake candles, crisp wintry air, flushed cheeks and blood rouged hands, thick cotton knits comforted around necks, constant sniffling from raw noses, snowflakes freckled on long hair, fogged breath, slosh of foot prints, a midnight fires indecisive shadow, crackling of the miniature forest folded beneath, garland strung to greet each hallway, ice cold milk alongside mother’s home made recipes, apple pie pungent throughout each room, carols sung gently from each station, huddling to one another’s body heat, the gust of warmth stirred from home’s entryway, fingers cradling hot chocolate endlessly, skins’ pale translucence, evergreen en maroon. 



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