Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren
and the first cord of wham on the radio
it’s only a matter of time before the tree
goes up and grows baubles and lights
as smiles widen on our faces
we’ll go for a woodland walk
hand in hand, glove in glove
maybe pick up some pinecones
as a memento
then later under December’s full moon
sip our hot chocolates
sending warmth into the air.
Thanks for dropping in to read today’s poem. I hope the start of you week has gone well.
How does nostalgia for Christmas hit you?
Let me know in the comments…
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