I get out of bed and amble towards the kitchen
still dressed in my pajamas.
I open the cupboard and remove my favorite mug
the one that looks like a cable knit sweater
and make myself some hot chocolate.
Mug in hand
I shuffle over to the bare Christmas tree
set up in the corner of the living room.
Freshly cut and perfuming the air
with a thick citrusy pine scent
that mixes with the cinnamon and clove candle
burning on the coffee table.
Tubs of ornaments, lights, and garland
surround my feet
along with the new ornament
wrapped in paper
I buy a new one each year.
This year's is a small white bird
with long, downy tail feathers
and glitter around the eyes and toes.
I reach down, grasp a strand of lights
And begin this year's masterpiece.
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Poetry Compilation
PoetryA compilation of my poetry that I want to share with something other than my notebook cover! feel free to leave comments and suggestions on things you feel I could change!
