Cookies of ginger

With shared times so tender

Christmas magic …

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Winter’s full moon

Ascends frozen

Among Ice icicles

The full moon lunars

Into morning

Matthew’s lineage

Takes us into the stable

As the Dawn of love

Breaks a silence

Of despair …

The universe conspires

sounding into a holy night .

A baby cries…

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Sweet smell of Chocolate

Steams from the china rim 

The prints of Alice’s Wonderland

Jump from the black and white glass.

We read our stories of the Mad Hatter

And the disappearing owl.

Now I sit with my cup brimmed over

Spilling on the characters of yesterday.

Thinking of the friends I use to share

Our thoughts and our dreams.

As we dressed like Alice and 

Was just as mischief.

I salute time, and friendship 

Like the crooked clock on the wall

The hurried rabbit disappearing into

The garden of hearts and evil queens. 

Our life has been full of it all.

The Alice in me hopes we are never lost.

Lost in the days of technology 

And pretending with a cup and saucer.

We lived in magic and the magical 

And maybe they really did exist. 

Sooo, we tip our cups not with tea,

But sweet hot cocoa and stories.

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I woke in morning light

Looked upon the sky

Bowed my head in reverence

In nature I abide .

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If ever there was a pleasure

that I would wish for thee.

It would be the solitude

of an afternoon tea.

I would bring the kettle

and a biscuit for you.

You would bring the tea

and we would begin to brew.

As we pour our cups

to the top of the brim.

We would take our ginger man

and laugh as it dips in.

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We walked the dusty street,

Leaves have blown against the cracks

Stores and restaurants show signs of stress.

Some venders closed for certain days 

Others open with StreetSide cafes in front.

Others boarded up with RIP signs, now, ‘Closed.’

People’s smiles are still covered with mask

Some fun, some just black or white

So, you look at the eyes to see, if they are smiling. 

Sometimes you think they are 

Sometimes you are pretty sure they are not.

But you smile anyway and hope they noticed.

I see the sweet owner with her blonde hair

Step out to freshen the café tables 

She is only a shadow of her old self.  

She has lost weight but still just as lovely

Her spring dress is apron adorned.

She busies herself, she survived.   

The trees line the streets in autumn

The dead leaves continue to fall 

Symbolic of the last 18 months.

The wind has a familiar air of a post war, 

a time where everything was changed

A time now, where it will never be the same.

I walk with a friend who knew the before 

She now feels the after 

We, stop to shop for Christmas

We smile and remember 

We talk of hope and December 

And for a moment, we feel a healing touch.

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I poured my tea

And let it rest upon the fireplace.

I sat close by to stay warm

The embers glow on my face.

The storm just close enough

to warn that it is near and cold.

Staying far away

the clouds are gray and bold.

I return to the warmth

and start to drink my tea

It is the safety of my home

that truly comforts me.

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As I read Poe’s Chagrin

Captured Raven mystic within

Dark night knocking and blows the wind.

The spooky shadow he does write

Among the eve of hallows fright

Years go by and he is gone

Yet his words this night belong

Quotes always the raven more

Among the dark hallows yore.

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