calling the beautiful things to come
we stood entranced at winter's gate
and played at statues as if we could become
the Snow queen, or Greta searching among the rosebuds
frozen still where no eye can reach
o to be taught the fairy tales from birth
was heritage enough and we could see through the filminess
of what would be the Christ child in the manger and the gifts of home.the gifts of home now in memory wrapped all cherry cordial and put by
as once we wrapped the ornaments the gift wrap to be reused.
to be stored in the attic.and the chiming New Year come.
now our attic is the sky illimitable
and bye and bye we will find everything again, but magnified.
the stockings in orange and peppermint splendor
hung from a starlit ceiling by Orion remembered
true north;true home revealing.
mary angela douglas 3 march 2020
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