the road. The school bus,
late, puffs up the hill.
Its stop signs shoot
out, left and right,
as it stands still.
.
Scarlet paddles open, glow
on pumpkin coach, not
yellow school bus,
as small dark shadows,
fearing nothing, leap
into the piled up snow.
.
Towards a string of diamond lights
each cluster marking someone’s house,
a band of spirits twirl and dance.
They call like birds in their delight
as lit up firs show them the way
and reindeer on a rooftop prance.
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Copyright © 2020 Felicity Sidnell Reid
Felicity Sidnell Reid
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A beautifully evocative piece, Felicity. We can see the precise picture in all its delightful details in our mind’s eye. Best wishes!
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Thanks for your comment, Ron
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Thanks for sharing this, Chris. Happy New Year and all best wishes for 2021 to everyone
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Welcome, Felicity 🤗❤️🤗
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