"Poems are forever floating through my mind and if I don't catch them pin them to the page they are gone forever and what good is that?"
~ My journal (age 14)

Tuesday, December 6, 2011

Noel from the New Haven Line

A flurry of glittering white lights
frost the many Main Streets
with candy cane street lamps
and Christmas trees in bars
making the neon beer signs
seem somehow festive
while the tree branches wrapped
in glowing orbs wink cheerfully
at the weary commuters
"you're almost home now"
as twinkling blue waves
adorn rambling fences
and electric icicles dangle
from sternly pitched eves
like so many alpine peaks
creating a holiday tapestry
so alive and bright with joy
that even the jealous moon approves

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