Christmas Spirit

Making something is a journey of the senses. For the Writer's Cramp contest. 26 lines.

This poem has been featured in the December 12, 2012 edition of the Spiritual newsletter, and the January 2013 edition of the Noticing Newbies newsletter!

Christmas Spirit

I smell Calendula leaves
Crushed, simmered
Chamomile
Dancing in the pan.
Olive oil teases,
Drawing out the flowers like shy friends.

I touch the perfect box;
Jeweled, elegant
Lidded.
Hiding half the year,
The silent soul mate destined now for greatness.

I hear the oil
Pouring, Dripping
Scraping
Liquid gold nestles,
Carefully encouraged
To join the dance within its box.

I close my eyes and walk away
Waiting.
All good things take time.

I sing out Season's Greetings
Giving, Taking
Opening
Box smiles
Foot scrub waits
To be enjoyed over and over again.

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