We are the season's silhouettesWe climb the coastline or mountain
to pray for the light that slips inside
when we string the tree in red or
light the tea candles that flicker
in sacks on the walk in the evening
We visit those we love the most
as day shortens, carrying poinsettias
and cameras, as promise arrives
wrapped in a box that whispers
surprise when we shake it
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