nighttime stories… or an attempt

Freezing winter night
I can't stand my hat,
hair static, please can I cut my hair again?
(end of parentheses)
little pine tree, potted, is in the window,
baubles clinking,
angels frozen singing

Au tire bouchon. Baubles. December 2021, Strasbourg, France. ©le_chah_errant
A jazz trio is playing a Christmas three man jam to the night. 
One young boy, in a bright blue turquoise ski anorak
gives them a standing ovation.

2 Comments Add yours

  1. paulkayaian says:

    beautiful! Pure poetry!

    Liked by 1 person

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