the festive globes
remind me
it is high time
they come off my mini Christmas tree
i love the lights
the festive bublé melodies
they make me happy
wipe away those maladies
and i love the warm apple cider
with an old-fashioned strawberry shortcake
to sleep on a hammock under the stars
and wait for the kiss of a snowflake
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Pleasant thoughts, Sobhana, and I’m sure it’s a delightful experience to await snowflakes. I see snow very rarely, so I remember when I do. Once in winter in Sapporo I visited hot baths on top of a city building. I must’ve been lucky, because I could see the stars and watch swirls of snowflakes dissolve as they met the steam rising from the water.
Here it’s a burning hot summer and, as you can imagine, Australians don’t associate Christmas with snow. I have what is called Christmas bush here (because of the time it flowers) in vases and it’s definitely due to go…
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Thank you for reading the poem and sharing your thoughts, the experience in Sapporo seems magical. 🙂
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My pleasure, Sobhana.
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