Christmas bliss

I’m under the Christmas tree like a present,
yeah, to rifle presents with my name on them,
but I’m caught, transfixed, looking up through the shrine
forgetting myself in delight at this multi-color heaven.

I’ve never lost my wonder at fulgid Christmas lights -
driving around gawking at decorations half the night.
If only the world could stay like this - but we can’t
sustain rhapsody - we can only trespass on bliss.

Merry Christmas Everyone!

Author's Note

all comments welcome

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

I enjoyed your Christmas poem dear Anais.
"we can only trespass on bliss."
I had four grandchildren over and the house was moving. I hope you had a good Christmas and thank you for sharing the amazing poetry and your thoughts.
Coyote

[anais.vionet]

I bet! It sounds like fun =]

[Coyote Poetry]

Loud and fun. Happy New year dear Anais.