I came home light tripping after dark.
Start-of-winter trees and wreaths
brightened the way.
Can you stay at least for a short while?
Hum that song we used to sing
about still nights and sleeping bears,
thread popcorn and cranberries
then set them out for the birds,
have hot chocolate in a pine tree mug
with a kind word for our sister.
This is the season of soups and stews
fogging the windows,
tobogganing in the park,
and harking the herald
of the star in the east.
We don’t need beliefs to celebrate.
Is there more than knowing we breathe?