Clouds, a Haiku

Joy at the door, a poem

​It’s just a Christmas tree, 
just some goofy colorful ornaments
stockings on hooks Santas on stands.  These tall doors don’t accommodate wreaths.  Just a couple sparkly outdoor ornaments Just a little printed message carved out and painted silver  Just a sparkly J and an O and a Y  to greet the oh-so-occasional visitors.  But it is a bit of cheer
kept in bins, out in the garage
and every year, we decide
whether to decorate or hunker down
This year passed, filled with curses and lies.  This year past, of all the years sprouted hope like mung beans in the fridge.  Just in time to turn the tide and I decorate
to celebrate with a J and an O and a Y at the front door.

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