Small Stones: Extended Remixes #7

Out of order from the originals but this poem is an extended version of the small stone observation for 6th January.

Thirteenth Morning

The decorations are gone                   

all returned to their boxes,                             

and returned to the attic.                               

The string of lights is wound

around a piece of wood:

no more rainbow twinkling.

The tree, tinselled and baubled,

wrapped in a plastic bin liner

is waiting to be stored away.

Saddest are the Christmas cards

that lie here on the table,

leaving pin holes in the wall.

Penguins, trees, wreaths, baubles,

snow scenes, reindeer and wise men

all ready for recycling.