Christmas Ditties

in the hoar frost
the breath
of morning light

under the mistletoe
a cuddle at last
but the fireplace is empty

her poem
like the first snow
-whispers

by the christmas tree
gifts
of smiles

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—Dispatches from Ukraine🌲 from_my_forest@protonmail.ch

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