Hope you all had a great holiday. Here is a poem for you.

Cumming’s Christmas (After E.E. Cummings)

snow(lights hush as

a world whispers)

trees hold their

breath, stars curl

like quiet flames in

the velvet-now

(Around the softest

corners of tonight

dreams unwrap

themselves

into laughter)

windows glow small

miracles

of orange & gold,

the hum of fires

dances—(hearts sing

through frost-kissed

glass)

listen: the

silence (a song

older than Time)

falls gentle

as a child’s

hand reaching toward

the first morning.