What I want for Christmas: a tiny poem

Snow

etched branches

white with black,

dropping quiet

to earth

 

Family

softly being,

being

with tenderness

like two hands clasped

 

House

and mind

peaceful

a firelit refuge

scoured by sadness, settled by grace

 

   

 

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