The iridescent
Christmas tree lights
still glisten, mirroring
points of lights
in each polished hanging ornament.
All the pretty packages
scattered underneath
have vanished,
as well the joyful noises
that echoed from these vaulted walls.
Soon I will dismantle
each diagrammed section
of faux evergreen
& return it to its original carton
to be stored for another year.
Until then
I will immerse in the peaceful
shimmering lights dancing
in the multi-colored array
of glass baubles & silver garland
& for tonight at least
I will find peace
& contentment
and raise a toast to this sanctuary
I call home.
Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland. Author of four published collections (three available from amazon.com), Ben's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.
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