Christmas wind
blows the scent of frangipani
through the front door

frangipani moon
Christmas wind
blows the scent of frangipani
through the front door

frangipani moon
Christmas guests
cold air surrounds them
like an extra coat
you lap about my feet
like waves
surrounding
covering
nibbling the sand beneath me
until
grain by tiny grain
I
am undermined
dragonfly
stitches a pattern
above the pond
winter morning
the bird song hurries
in the chill air