Wrappings
Waves
and waves of Christmas cheer,
wrappings
and unwrappings to be devoured
by us
children in a haphazard spree.
Paper birds
fly, flutter with our hopes
and dreams
and faith of a constant be,
of nothing
changing to flux and reflux.
We are
of a small unit, thriving alone,
unhurried
to be out there, exposed, free.
Huddled in
this warmth we pass parcels
around and
around our circle of three.
Copyright
Vickie Johnstone, September 25, 2020
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