Yearbook - December

The branches have traded their leaves for white sleeves All warm-blooded creatures make ghosts as they breathe Scarves are wrapped tightly like gifts under trees Christmas lights tangle in knots annually Our families huddle closely Betting warmth aga

one by one the knots we've tied will come undone* Like picking locks we'll sow our seeds beneath the sun. Our accomplice is the rain with patience that of saints. It grows and grows our home sweet home. It took me 27 years to wrap my head around this