When met with silence
or worse -
generic greetings for
prosperity,
health,
and
happiness (?),
the New Year
hastens in a resolve
to wrap the heart
in all the trappings
left over from the
previous season.
It could be
bundled,
packaged -
even swaddled
and placed in
storage until coaxed
from its hiding place
by twinkle lights
and promises
of hot chocolate
or ice skating.
Perhaps it would come out
for window shopping.
There will be seasonal sales
and one might find
a suitable replacement
for the one who bruised it
when he pushed it aside in
his haste to exit this
particular holiday scene.
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Well said and well done!
ReplyDeleteThanks! Some metaphors simply beg to be in black and white.
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