Sunday, December 31, 2006


My first memory is red;
a dress my mother wore
as she kissed me good-night
in crimson twilight

Red tulips danced in our garden
that spring, swaying
on spindly stems in the breeze
I danced, too
for the mindless joy
a child has
when the world is new

The world is old now;
I have seen too much
Still, I take joy when I can
Singular moments in the evening
when the light slants just so
I dance
in crimson twilight

Happy New Year's Eve! Play nice tonight!

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