The Christmas Begonia
The
winter-bloomer
Whose large
pink flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The Christmas Begonia
The
winter-bloomer
Whose large
pink flowers
Light up
the winter hours
The Christmas cactus
The
winter-bloomer
Its jointed
flat segments
Look like
experiments
Made by a
young boy
With a
construction set toy
But the
rose-purple flowers
Light up
the winter hours
Christmas ferns
Abundant
and evergreen
With
Pinnate leaves
In
lance-shaped fronds
Dense
clusters of
Featherlike
leaflets
In wide
display
Decorate
the
Christmas
landscape
Of North
America
Wind and tempest
Rain and flood
The chimney falls
With a thud
After the lightning
storm
And booming thunder
Uprooted trees
Roofs torn asunder
But in the calm
As we convalesce
In the aftermath
There is a cleanness
Daylight was declining
As twilight loomed
As behind the horizon
The sun was consumed
The red sunset is for lovers
Who sigh with lovesick
bliss
And in the glow of a
blood red sky
The lovers stand and
kiss
Some people are like clouds In strange kind of way Because when they fuck off It becomes a beautiful day