Poem bidding an end to the Christmas season.
Image by paparutzi via Flickr
ADIEU TO A STAR
O ruby star flare! Dim not your gaze
when the glad tree is shorn of grace
and doves part wings all fair with hay
in a drear barn that bore our salve.
O fire tip dart to pluck my soul
if rust eats holes so new love cries.
I pine for bliss; come melt this life
and let me waltz with your fond kin.
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