Wednesday, 24 December 2008
...and a merry Christmas eve.
Some Christmas eve
Pastry cutters with handles; a homemade white dove
on a silver string; a leaf-green metal tree-stand.
The tree we walk past in the forest with a bauble;
forgetting any of three stockings I have; sticky spoons.
Skyward bells; a golden fairy playing saxophone;
remembering the words to a distant fairy tale.
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