The calendar
Shifts –
A gentle fall into
December

We mend our
Tired thoughts
With ribbons
Spun from
Christmas lights
And shiny bows

Speeding through
White snowbanks on
A gilded sleigh of
Dreams

Bundled up in cozy
Scarves

Our warm breath
Kisses the icy breeze:
a blush on winter’s cheek

Kind wishes
– like a chapel bell –
Chime out into the
Frosted world

And the sacred silence of
Hope sprinkles
Celestial dust
Upon our souls