all the ornaments
wrapped and in their boxes
for the next fifty weeks—
in the room a gaping emptiness,
this joy in not rushing to fill it in
January 3, 2016 by Rosemerry
all the ornaments
wrapped and in their boxes
for the next fifty weeks—
in the room a gaping emptiness,
this joy in not rushing to fill it in
I think you bumped into a little epiphany of your own here, and not the season.