December Magic
December eve wakes for me. Enamored by
a million stars in a widening sky, it shines down
on a frigid desert floor, and I, in wonder, spy
beauty of a Joshua tree. The fire, sparkling like a gown,
dances on branches lifted in prayer of silver crown.
Copyright © Rhonda Johnson-Saunders | Year Posted 2014
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