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.
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