Memories of tranquil Christmas past
Rustic shadows of merriment recast
Sorting through treasure boxes of old that
speak parted sounds of surreal joy-
Timeless silver objects like a memoir 
Yesterday past,  Christmas lives on.....

The Box

Inside the box - space observed 
Outside heroic irony lurks ...
The box is my comfort, warm, so fearless
A fragile box in a box,  blinds my progress
Words greet me in frantic distress
Where is my box, I need to suppress
If you only knew that black is not white
Inside your box, hides victorious daylight..

With love, ~Pattyb