From Picture to Page: New Home for Holidays

I told myself I would put out a holiday poem, so here it is. I took this picture after the storm ended last Thursday. There are better pictures I could take, except now a neighbor's giant inflatable Santa is back up to photobomb all my shots.

New Home for Holidays

Last storm

of century year

paints new canvas

newer.

Spotlights

compete with moon

in search of

conjunction.

Whatever lands

at week's end

will still be 

Christmas.

Every year is

end times,

family cards

pleading repent.

We'll huddle close,

stuff stockings

with any foods

we can smuggle

look up from 

God's amphitheater,

count down

final night.