Holiday Debt

The bittersweet prelude that marks the end. Of crimson bowls laden deep with morning glory and sweet tinged scents Sit high upon the hearth. The kindred smiles welcome a new year coming cast broken spirits into night's dark What lurks aside this fleeting moment of laughter and content when energies abound and dreams unending toss caution to the wind The aftermath of thriftless spending hits hard beneath the skin to mourn in silent keeping and believing in better days that lie ahead.