from the threshing floor – 1

once, a cold that tore like nails:
twilight footsteps, frozen mud,

then, a string of lights in blue,
after cold, a hallway clatter,

hands by radiators warming,
television distant playing

special holidays in music,
laughter heard from faraway —

vane outside in hard wind spinning,
dinner never felt so good,

season of a new beginning,
glitter, garland, light and wood,

glitter, garland, light

and wood

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure.

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