Postember

POSTEMBER December Glorious month Good will Hearth-side colors aromas Sound of Jingle Bells carols All the senses taking one back - back when imagination was fertile rooted in In magic and love We – even the godless – cherish the entire month But what when December fades? I say there should be another month Oh not rooted in time – A contemplative month – outside the let-down that is January 2nd Postember When one goes out the window taps the eternal love and joy listening to that inner voice proclaiming – “Nothing is over Here is eternal Christmas in the true sense Linger”