Monday WRites 39

TIS THE SEASON
Ribbons and bows tangle
Gift-listed in a harangue
No audience is present
To witness, Scrooge-like
Sentiments dissolved, misty
In morning waning a moon
Waxing sunlight and song
Malls adorned, pockets loosened
Magic of a season cradled
From manger hay, swaddling
Gullibility excusable.
TIS THE SEASON © gillena cox 2015



You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites ( musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #39, ❧✿❧ whats your mood today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites




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