DM Babbit Poet Imagism

Ribbons and Bows

Ribbons and bows, tied to the flames,
  dance in winter like reindeer games.
Scarlet reds and emerald greens
  paint false pravado of Christmas scenes.
Silver and gold lay out like riches
  and children tell tales like little snitches.
The good list becomes short and thin-nish
  while the naughty list is never finished.
Jolly men sobered in flamboyant big red suits
  ring the bells to hearts more closed and mute.
In the shadows the cash registers ring loud
  rising screams and shouts above the gathering crowds.
On the floor, I knelt a moment, picking up the pieces
  of ribbons and bows as joy began decreasing.
The season's wonder slips away without thinking
   breathe, celebrate or a grinch heart will be shrinking.

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