The end is only the beginning

The leaves have fallen

thus, autumn bids us farwell

and the evergreens rise,

with plenty to tell.

Cool winds of change

bring promises too

of something sprightly

and wholly anew.

Like a knock at the door,

instinct tells us it's coming,

so we step outside

and hear the sky humming.

The whole world pauses,

compelled to look up

at the white mocha clouds

about to erupt.

The snow flakes appear

and like perfect white lace,

leave propitious shapes

all over our face.

The branches are painted

by crystallized lips,

the lights all hung

by frosted fingertips.

And from those same fingers,

the whole house is kissed

by winter's new scents

not even attic ghosts can resist.

The children run outside

all glee and gay

building snowmen and angels,

they laugh as they play.

For granny’s dear sake,

we mend broken bonds

and now altogether

sing holiday songs.

The fireplace crackles

and lights up the room

where the table’s been set

so new memories may bloom.

A pearl canvas resets

the world as we know it

while the sun and moon pray

we mortals don't blow it.

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Happy Holiday’s everyone!! :)