The dark blusters,
frantic with flurries
whipping about
the holly hedges
as soft snow heaps
along our window ledges.
You and I sleep
while glossy leaves tap
panes latched
against the freeze.
Night continues swirling
while we continue snoring,
stuffy-nosed and bleary-eyed,
buried in fluffed bedding—
everything-
recovering and resting
after a year of
rising and setting.
Red berries trace
the frosted glass;
as the new year
approaches, we
endure time’s
steady pass.
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