celebrating

I've given myself permission
to decorate my spirit
in the scent of holiday pine.
In the sound of snow crunching underfoot.
In the laughter of loved ones
as they lean closer to my soul;
leaving footprints.
Tracks that imprint themselves on me.

My heart aches
and the moment is open to me;
captivated by the mistletoe
and the frost that sparkles against your cheek.

And as my hand curls around
the steaming ceramic mug
brimming with the scent of cinnamon and nutmeg,
I can feel the heat cascade into me
and, like a golden globe dangling from your tree, I glow.

-lml Dec 8, 2008