January 2018
Cold wet snowflakes fall straight down
Like frozen tears, they hit the ground
No winds aloft to change their path
They melt on contact, choosing death
Outside is twilight, deep and grey,
Signaling the end of day
Inside, as darkness dares to grow,
Lava lamps billow and glow
One blood-orange, the other blue,
They pierce the dark, and lift my mood
Two strings of glittering Christmas lights
One multi-color, the other white
A simple way to bring some cheer
To the breached birth of another year
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