A poem for the beginning of winter by Timothy Steele
It dizzies me a little to look down. I lariat-twirl the rope of Christmas lights And cast it to the weeping birch’s crown; A dowel into which I’ve screwed a hook Enables me to reach, lift, drape, and twine The cord among the boughs so that the bulbs Will accent the tree’s elegant design. Friends, passing home from work or shopping, pause And call up commendations or critiques. I make adjustments. Though a potpourri Of Muslims, Christians, Buddhists, Jews, and Sikhs, We all are conscious o...
United States Timothy Steele Freestocks Pexels Chester University Poetry Conference Santa Ana Orion Nebula
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