evergreen

Somewhere -behind the frsoted glass
(Somewhere on the other side)
Trees on fire that do not burn
Hearts that hold secrets - warming in the glow
Snowflakes fall, fall, fall
I know this will not find you
Across the icy dawn
Glides the white angel
She wakes the world with a song
Stirring us to life
Oh, string the town with lights for me -
I want now to come home
12.6.04


In general I dont consider the breakroom at work a great place for writing but they put up a tree for the holiday's...its still pretty bare, only a string of lights on it. This poem was the result of imagery that came to my head as I looked at it.