In the East
a flush of rising sun
Sets roof
and tree top ablaze
While further West a crescent moon
Surveys the frosted grass and woodland trail
And indoors
I put up your card again
The same one for the
fifth year in a row
The Christmas tree with bells and doves and all the usual suspects
Set against
(how did that happen) a backdrop of cable knit?
The type of
pattern I’d use to knit a jumper
The type of
stitch our mother taught us, a lifetime ago
Strand of
yarn over strand to make a cable, to make a story
It was the
last Christmas card you sent, passing on
as you did
The following
Spring, out of the blue as they say.
Just in case......
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