Wanting one song
to slip off the old,
I find a small mint:
lamplight on snow,
the fir outside my window caught
in that ambler bloom, tug
of twilight wanting
the sun’s arctic shine.
Inside, heat hums through these bones,
the lull of George Winston’s “December”
while Christmas still flashes its joy.
I set the table, ribboned cloth
of red and gold, candles to carry
this sacred solitude,
take down the wine glass,
the matching bowl and plate,
welcome a serenade of tears as I dish
out soup, salad, breathe the scent
of chili and lime, smoked paprika,
earthy cumin, the body
flush with gratitude.
I love you, Naila!!!
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Still lying here in bed on this 8 degree morning, i am so grateful that the very first thing I take into my heart and psyche in 2018 is this lovely poem. 2018 is off to a fine start.
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What a blessing to be that first sweet thing. I am so honored and delighted!
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And I love you! Can’t wait to see you soon!
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Happy New Year dear friend! I love the evening you graced yourself with. May 2018 be simply amazing!
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Happy New Year to you, most glorious friend. I loved it too … every single minute π Here’s to an amazing 2018 for both of us.
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Spoken like a true Goddess, Naila!! I wish you the very best of everything you desire in 2018. Hope your year is starting off magnificently!
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Thank you, Gayle! I certainly started it off magnificently with my dinner ritual π I hope 2018 brings you a bounty of goodness, joy, sweet adventure and love.
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