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Post by sandpiper on Dec 15, 2007 19:14:39 GMT -5
An Evening in December
That same expectant smile
glints, as when you'd come home
after carousing up that tree
where the wild turkeys had flown-
holding daintily hung above your head
a fresh-gotten sprig of mistletoe,
and a wish for ribbons and bow lips
and here, as then, with the fire
lights dancing, fierce and slow
I'm beholden.
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Post by LynnDoiron on Dec 15, 2007 19:34:53 GMT -5
I find this just warm and lovely and genuine. Takes me into, inside a moment in time [my own times with my own people/dear to me]; I'm beholden to you for posting this.
lynn
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Vasile Baghiu
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Post by Vasile Baghiu on Dec 16, 2007 8:45:09 GMT -5
A very nice poem, indeed!
Vasile
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Post by MichaelFirewalker on Dec 16, 2007 14:13:43 GMT -5
remembering with love what truly was alive, and still lives...right and lovely...
michael
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Post by sandpiper on Dec 18, 2007 19:51:04 GMT -5
Thank you muchly for your kind comments on this one, Lynn, Vasile, and Michael, I appreciate!
(actually have some mistletoe this year :-)
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Post by ramadevi on Dec 19, 2007 10:08:50 GMT -5
Short and sweet....a holiday treat~
LOVE THE BEHOLDEN LINE!
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Post by Jonathan Morey Weiss-Namaste47 on Dec 19, 2007 12:06:20 GMT -5
The nostalgia and longing drip from the lines....
and .."ribbons and bow lips.." just blew me away..Great reminiscence..
If you were only able to put it all in a gift box and keep it under the tree every year.......
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