Holiday Branch
A branch awaits the carolling.
The choir, each limb afire with song.
The cold and bare kindled with snow.
A branch awaits.
A branch awaits the spring of feet -
the twang of movement, soft or strong.
The strum of warmth, the beat of chirps -
a branch awaits.
A branch awaits the tango’s churl -
the gathering of more than one.
Will there be tolerance or not?
A branch awaits
the carolling, the spring of feet,
the gathering of more than one.
Narrow or wide,
a branch awaits.
12/11/2022
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2022
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.
Please
Login
to post a comment