Boxing Day Colours
Three black pigeons found solace
in the too-warm puddles
They alone had not dreamt of a white Christmas
Did not regret the grim, gray slush
that bequeathed lines of salt to new leather boots
still stiff from packages, now crushed and
stuffed along with blue reindeer wrapping
and rivers of silver ribbon
into bulging green garbage bags
at the curb
of a new year
A. Garnett Weiss
Best wishes to you all for a healthy, happy 2018 in which peace is given a chance.
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JC’s post-Christmas reflection with the annual posting of her “Boxing Day Colours”
Boxing Day Colours
Three black pigeons found solace
in the too-warm puddles
They alone had not dreamt of a white Christmas
Did not regret the grim, gray slush
that bequeathed lines of salt to new leather boots
still stiff from packages, now crushed and
stuffed along with blue reindeer wrapping
and rivers of silver ribbon
into bulging green garbage bags
at the curb
of a new year
A. Garnett Weiss
Best wishes to you all for a healthy, happy 2018 in which peace is given a chance.
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