imagine the nighttime roof
lines ravished with icicle trinkets
or a snowy fir every inch a twinkle
ensconced with nuanced flakes
cedars ribboned and woven
into a velveteen
tapestry



and just over yonder
streaming down ravines hem
a fringed chenille along wrinkled
brook of twinkling sequins wave
in rivulets of ruffled beavers



whimsy imagine
uncovering
moods
all
quilted
with treasures
by the just wandering
down of an old forgotten skid



the experience of being greeted by a moose
on a daily stroll in early dawn where you’re sure
to hear a daunted fawn who’s serene now dazed
upon is not exactly in the frame for colloquy
her stay you see was for graze but now
is tainted by the solitary sashay of
the unthinkable scrunch which
of course has disturbed
serenity’s mood



unbelievably though ‘tis stolen
just as quickly by vigilant squirrels eye who
has trumpeted your advent to all her friends who
are now scampering to capture at least a kernel
from your pocket full of cat food so graciously
brought for them then of course onward
to retrieve the world’s worst junk
from where it was
dropped

yep
that’s
your mailbox