Twelve Days after Christmas

Even though Christmas is past, the magic lingers. You can hear music on the icy air.

The Christmas tree sleeps
in itsimg_6475 cardboard casket
as starlight lingers
on wintered earth.

Secretly, quietly,
the music plays on
(angels dare not
refuse to sing).

Magic, and oh!
my Sweet Magician!
Wonder will
reappear at
any moment.

Michael James Fitzgerald

Author: Michael James Fitzgerald

I write, read, run, and ski.

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