Month: December 2016

There is a Fog
of War
Upon the Land
and it doesn’t Come
On little cat Feet

 

 

Snow flakes drifting down at midnight, no two alike, but don’t tell them, they are forever recognizing pals from snows ages ago. So too with Christmas, no two alike and yet we hear echoes drifting down the midnight years from Christmases long ago, lullabying us as the days grow longer and the multifaceted dawn draws near.

Merry Christmas!