written at midnight Christmas Eve…

Beneath the Christmas Branch

Beneath the Christmas branch
I linger on the eve of magic promised long ago
Still waiting for wonder to stun me into
waking from the dream of lack and fear,
I put in time until Santa is proved
or until I die, whichever arrives first

Will a burst of colour explode the sky
into faces and flowers, reflections of
Powers long thought lost, faeries flitting
between motes of light so bright (more…)