Sunday morning winter announced
its arrival in a rush of people and golden
sunbeams recently fallen and fresh
all around music and laughter condensed
on windows sparkling with windex and
those strings of colored lights deemed
necessary to the season temperatures
dropped out loud as we strolled listening
to a chorus of tiny bells or perhaps
they were birds perched like symbols
in the barest high branch tops fearlessly
gracious we accepted our portion
plunging ever deeper into the crowd
(c) 2019, by Hannah Six
Image: State Archives of North Carolina
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