Poem: Christmases Past

It’s that time of year to bring out old boxes
Filled with trinkets of years past
Locked away after each Christmas
To try and save their magic for another year
That they still possess inside their fragile frames

Poem: With Age

I’ve been counting candles
So long I’ve lost track of the years
That grow long like my shadow
Trailing behind me as a cloak
Obscuring things passed