(4 pm. – promoted by ek hornbeck)
in fact, the slight disarray
felt merry and warm;
as we had our morning coffee
and laughed about who said this
and who did that…
’round noon, we slurped some warm soup,
and late afternoon we sat with some tea,
all in the glow of our holiday chatter
i felt sad, in the end, to clean it all up.
the bright little bows and the crinkled up paper.
there were pieces of cookies, a discarded sock, and
all those burned out candles…
there was a washload of sheets, and
stuffing the pillows back into their cases