Golden Ring
A Christmas Love Poem
Our office has stars on the ceiling
From the dreams of previous tenants,
Which we decided to keep.
Tonight I'm preparing for Christmas
By communing with ghosts, so you've gone
To the other room to read.
I'm thinking of the Son and the Sun,
The holiness of daily routine,
How you circle back to me,
Always. You brought me roses today,
And a giant red poinsettia,
For no occasion, just me.
Yet I close the door to write a poem.
Published by Amanda Farrell
In a cabin in the Connecticut woods with my little family. View profile
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