Tonight I share with you my peace.
It rises early
before the birds
or the roosters crow.
My peace is black
twinkling with the joy
of a million stars
with chirping crickets
who hum as
coffee steams
from my midnight blue
mug, upon which
stars also glisten, near and far.
And I savor the silence
of the night
the pine fresh fragrance
of a noble fir
dripping lavish needles
and shining like a child
in brand new outfit
whispering her secrets to Mom
and waiting in line for Santa
for the magic, still to come.
