14 Days Until Christmas…

it is cold
retreating sun
warmth is gone

it is cozy
bedtime takes time
dreams descend

it is hot
erase the sleep
lather rinse repeat
foggy reflections

it is warm
quiet ride
sun lifts its head
smells like christmas

Copyright © 2008 N.E. Tasker

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