Cherry Mistmas

by Amy Palmisano

Glimps and globs

of timber tops

stray the wimbley winter.

 

Chattery chills

and slippery spills

make the tars run tripper.

 

"If I had my way, I'd make you stay-

it seems you've had too many."

 

Don't flip the filly.

You make me silly.

Smiles will warm my way home