Night flurries
White out of blackness;
Driving through the snowy night;
Stars fall at warp speed.
School play
Rows of fresh faces;
Today they are eleven,
And sing without guile.
The tree
Pick out a good one;
Next place the lights, carefully;
Top with a bright star.
Friday morning
Sound of the alarm;
Another dark morning comes--
Motivation lags.
Presents
If I say I want
This, but you decide to buy
That--I won't be mad.
Full moon
Sharp through the skylight,
Moonlight falls on your face;
Ghost on the pillow.
Friday, December 12, 2008
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