I see this room
reflected
in the round green candle holder on the table
the tree lit in the corner
the crèche on the shelf
the angels on the piano &
on this first of December
advent arrives like a feathered snowfall
lighting on a tired earth
look into the green tinted glassiness
and feel shoulders soften
heart slow
mind empty
& listen to the harmony of
hope rising
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