Fast Poem: #16 Holly Day Lights

I like the bright lights, the pretty lights, the colorful lights
along Main Street on the North end of town
which is not that far from the South end of town.
I have no time for whiners and criers and attorneys who sue to
take them down, to strip our strip of bright lights, pretty lights,
singing sparkling colorful lights strung by volunteers
who gave two days or five to surprise winter eyes,
who sacrificed a weekend or three to mimic ancient ritual
with tiny cold candle fires strung through proud evergreens,
pine and balsam and spruce.
Twinkling, laughing, chaotic, stars
surround maple trunks and leafless branches winter resting,
fill the park with bright light, pretty light,
glowing reflections in the snow lights,
glorious chorus of Northwoods lights,
Holly day lights, Yule lights, keep the wolf from the door lights
all welcoming Winter travelers

© 2008 Chrome Poet
Originally posted December 16, 2008 – Reposted with edits

Wolf at the Door Lights

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