How I Wonder What You Are

HOW I WONDER WHAT YOU ARE . . . . The shivering grey of gloomy December’s Sky is banished by the frost of January - Coruscation of lights on display, sparkling embers. We see out from inside a galactic Christmas tree Coronated under the Pole star climactic. Its branches are long, transparent and vanishing: The tree’s lights look as if they are stars, Marking the final tip of each branch; Some lights are brighter, on the short branches; Dimmer-colors mark more distant branch tips. Stars mark the limits of our tree.