Christmas Tree Poem II

 II

Christmas Fayre

A sea of bobble hats,

Wobble along beside us.

We stand beneath the evergreen

Reluctantly enjoying the carol singing,

Clinging to the cynicism we once craved,

That kept us from loneliness and kept us safe.

A swirl of wind

And the sky above

Begins to fill with an infinity

Of geometrically symmetrical shapes

And you wonder, as do I, is there perhaps

A grander design than we had previously imagined.

And we watch as our world turns white and illuminates.

Time to leave.

The stalls are closing.

Only a rainbow of lanterns

Now cast their magic spell across

The path we walk, as we return to the station

Like a silent wintry disco meant only for we two.

And the chronicle of our dance will remain until the morning,

I hope,

At the

Very least.