Merry Christmas to all of you. I hope you are having a beautiful day with family and friends. I hope your fellowship is warm. Enjoy this special day celebrate the Son of God come to Earth in the flesh. I love you all.
If you are alone this Christmas and want to talk, whether you celebrate Christmas or not, send me an email at McLemores0903@gmail.com
I would be glad to talk.
On the shore the tree leaves whisper
Heavy.
They will fall at the loving
touch of cold.
Cold is compassionate
stilling the river to keep
families of silt together.
I’ll probably fossilize under
the pressure of glamor,
among layers of lipstick,
bleach in the sun on the shore.
My days on the glowing shore
are limited edition.
I collect them.
The autumnal lake
licks the shore like a kitten
behind the mountain,
cold waiting to love us,
our lives.
The leaves chitter nervously.
I feel age, volume
pulling me down.
Youth no longer fits me,
I shed it like a skin.
I bleach,
sanitized.
The pressure of cosmopolitan glitz
is entirely too much for my brain.
Cautiously, the cold spills over
mountain peaks,
desiccates me.
The lake freezes,
kitten asleep in a box.
rough draft
Miniature Moon 