Laying Low Poem by Carolyn Brunelle

Laying Low



All the gifts given,
ribbons and papers
lay tossed on the floor
separated and finished,
their purpose fulfilled.

Lights still glimmer
on the tree,
though not as brightly
in calmer moments
where a gentle peace
has settled in the house.

Christmas is ending;
this is the time
to relax and lay low,
have a little wine,
and bask in the afterglow.

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