Peace and Joy


Tonight I share with you my peace.

It rises early

before the birds

or the roosters crow.

 

My peace is black

twinkling with the joy

of a million stars

with chirping crickets

who hum as

coffee steams

from my midnight blue mug, upon which

stars also glisten, near and far.

 

And I savor the silence

of the night

the pine fresh fragrance

of a noble fir

dripping lavish needles

and shining like a child

in brand new outfit

whispering her secrets to Mom

and waiting in line for Santa,

for the magic, still to come.


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