This poem has been featured in the December 12, 2012 edition of the Spiritual newsletter, and the January 2013 edition of the Noticing Newbies newsletter!
Christmas Spirit
I smell Calendula leaves
Crushed, simmered
Chamomile
Dancing in the pan.
Olive oil teases,
Drawing out the flowers like shy friends.
I touch the perfect box;
Jeweled, elegant
Lidded.
Hiding half the year,
The silent soul mate destined now for greatness.
I hear the oil
Pouring, Dripping
Scraping
Liquid gold nestles,
Carefully encouraged
To join the dance within its box.
I close my eyes and walk away
Waiting.
All good things take time.
I sing out Season's Greetings
Giving, Taking
Opening
Box smiles
Foot scrub waits
To be enjoyed over and over again.
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