I can see glint points of bright light
Gathered together in clusters, tight,
Nestled within rich bristly green
Arms holding precious to be seen;
Color dancing from tip to toe,
While whispers of ribbon drape and flow.

Pretty red petals bloom amid stipules
Play in reflection of spherical jewels;
Dancers, skaters, and a jolly baker,
All share breadth with the candlestick maker;
When love adorns heart of a home,
Inspirited sights are wonder aplomb.

To a child's eye, amazement is aglow
In earnest, hoping for wishes to show;
But years rotate without reprieve,
Youth yields, awe leaves,
Until that spark finds hope again
Like the warm embrace of a dear old friend.
~ S.M.F.