HOLIDAY WOES

Holiday woes

too much of

everything.

Spongelike I

bleed back unfinished business

damp dismay and

nurse nostalgia.

Mid cycle perihelion

points me nowhere,

I await the New Year

heavily.

The Christmas snow has

slipped into the ground.

The household sleeps

while I savor quiet and

fight tears fiercely.

Wandering words wistful

reach out to

nudge me

back to newer days.

and merry moments.