December 25, 2019Of Christmas snow, I would wish
for it to kiss the ground
Pristine and white falling down,
to the earth forever bound
Silent night gives way to day,
quiet stirrings under brightest rays
The fire warms, the cat sleeps on,
wrapped in quiet, steeped in peace
The elder and the crone, as we have now become
Sip coffee and smile, hidden behind our walls
Tasks fulfilled, our legacy fading (as it should)
Indulgent to our past, memories notwithstanding
KC Kendricks
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