Christmas Day, 2021

The Sun scatters tiny diamonds,

Casting them wherever She turns her gaze,

Bright lightdrops glitter on the leaves of deep green salal,

Dangle and drip from branches of fir.

And with her long lit fingers, She caresses the snowy ground

where the future sleeps.

It’s a good day to be

Alive to see and feel and sense and touch

And love those that I do, with my whole heart.