HolidayTime

Christmas is 
an odd
time for
you give
new and
decorate with
old Christmas
is I
guess just
like life
new brings
hope and
old brings
their happiness

Ornaments

Ornaments given 
memories received
all mine
hung somewhere
on someone
else’s tree
bringing peace
ornaments are
like little
crystal balls
conjuring up
dreams fantasies
and hope
for a
better world
they never
grow old
just those
who gaze
upon them
they do

IntoMorning

I slid
away quietly
and went
thinking alone
making coffee
I felt
two hands
slowly sliding
pulling me
back and
onto front
then kiss
then whisper
then turn
into morning

ThenWhen

And then 
when you
only then
when you
do I
for now
when you
do I
do too

HereYou

I don’t 
know whether
to stay
or go
here cozy
there cold
here you
there morning
I will
go returning
with two
here you
here’s yours
just as
your mine