Christmas is so put away, the Library tree taken down.
At home the ornaments wrapped up to store,
the lights unplugged & coiled so shine no more.
My tree dismembered and packed in its box
joys of the holiday in my memory now locked.
The New Year arrived with noise, bangs and fizzles,
as cold gray winds rolling while blowing down drizzle.
Now Three Kings Day, I my mother's gift was to be
but I was late by one day, procrastination my destiny.
All that is left is more Love to spread about the Sound.