Ataraxis

Thronged spaces, too jolly to bear.

Frenzied draw to sparkling novelty.

Good will and cheer, wadded fleetingly in moments.

Harmony eludes, while pressures rises.

Gifts lack, while hearts groan.

Rumination ruined in bustling furor.

The comfort of kin soothes all.

The crowning gift – heartsease.

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2 comments

  • What a wonderful ode to the season! May we all receive the “crowning gift.” 🙂

    • Thank you, my kind, wonderful friend!

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