light-emitting diode
colours bright
the inside tree reflects
on slick white frozen
through to the other side
of the living room window
while flames artifice
dance in snaps
and crackles on the flat screen
pretending heat
still the air is warm
here where hearts
find rest in sacred expectation
side by side with the poets today


This is beautifully expressed.
ReplyDeletenice...tis that season...advent...waiting...lighting the night....
ReplyDeleteNicely put...one perk of the holidays..treat for the eyes
ReplyDeleteAt this colourful time of year, the solace of home is a welcome respite for many (but sadly, not for all)
ReplyDeleteOh the irony; to hearts that are yearning for some real reality, we offer only plastic imitations ...
ReplyDeleteNicely observed, and some fabulous use of enjambment.
Tony
is the immitation flattery ?
ReplyDeletea fun poem.
It might be artificial...the holiday is in the hearts... very nice flow.
ReplyDeleteThat final stanza wraps it up perfectly :-) A blessed season to you!
ReplyDeleteMy this brought back memories...
ReplyDeleteI and my late-husband I have done this, sat in front of the "Yule log" enjoying the same type of warmth. Thank you for the lovely moment of reminiscence.