It Came Upon a Midnight Clear
The feathery snow we've come to expect
may turn hurricane, earthquake, rain unequaled.
While we turn the heavy gears to millennium
hoping to grind malevolence to a stop.
Citing lessons learned in a pre-shrunk world
we post consumer warnings. And disclaimers
for local, regional tyrants
declaring their right to free speech.
But tonight, we will shine naive
and save the pretty paper
when packages are opened. Kisses
will still be kisses. And Love will still
be startled to find itself Guest of Honor.
If you've a comment on her poem, L.Fullington
would be pleased to hear from you.