December
diamond drops
dress the wooded tree
a distant wink of tinsel
in the amber light
of a torrential dawn
that left the parade
floating
the policeman in a puddle
the streets shown
the gray morning
a reprieve
before the bustle
deep pockets
and hurried squirrels
those letters mailed North
the music slows
the dog dreams of a bone
hams and turkeys
parcels and pudding
a star on top
the story of old
“no room at the inn …”
TL