Daring orange treelight rooted under kitsch tiles. January gifts suns!
Now. You will unwrap.Heart beating in chest content.Breath moves in and out.
talented person
potential to change the world
From my Odyssey
through the gates of Hell, I come
bearing precious gifts
Inspired by the Haiku This prompt “Gift”
“Yeah, meh to the Myrrh,We bring you diversity”We call them Magi
water-colored lovegreets me on the shelf each day — blessings in my home.
Gifts of saving grace adorn a mom’s hopeful heart.Child’s song of silence.
Crisp wrapping, now torn
Box rattles with memory
here we go again,
making merry, family,
they told me, a gift
this life is, use it wisely,