These are the chairs where we sat
Not long ago on summer nights,
Reading, talking, sharing,
Gifts, ghosts, from Christmas past.
Today, they sit empty
Except for
"Homegrown-homemade"
Holly-burlap-festooned decorations,
If only they could talk:
They would tell of looking forward,
Of lights, families, love,
Hope this holiday season.
They would tell how
They, at least, are ready
For a holiday rolling in
Like a great storm on the horizon.
3 comments:
I admire your chairs! I'll bet they look awesome festooned with holiday trappings.
So pretty, Anita, poignant too, and I like it a lot. Yes, that storm is on its way! Hope you enjoy it no matter what doesn't get accomplished!
Nice thoughts - Chairs waiting for family and friends!
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