Where Twinkling Lights Stir the Child in Me.

When winter lights bloom over the pedestrian street,
my inner playchild stirs with soft, excited feet.
The cold air shimmers, silver-bright and sweet,
as twinkling lamps hum secrets where night and wonder meet.

The Christmas tree glows like stars gathered low,
each spark a tiny whisper from the velvet sky’s glow.
And suddenly I’m laughing in a world of make-believe,
where every shining bulb is a dream I get to weave.

In this season of glitter, calm, and delight,
my playchild awakens with the turning on of light—
dancing in the glow of winter’s gentle art,
warming the frost with the spark in my heart. ❤️

TsL. 25
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Alleycat in Amber Light.
(To the ginger friend I met today) 😻😸

In my town - chilly and winding ways,
Where cobblestones remember days,
I met a cat, all sun and flame,
And though unnamed, he knew no shame.

He sprawled with ease on concrete bed,
A golden crown upon his head.
With half-closed eyes and knowing grin,
As if the world belonged to him.

His stripes, like stories - a true eye-saint.
Across his sides - a living tan.
A little king, without a throne,
Who live in that alley, he had grown.

No leash, no fence, no need to roam—
The city's heart had made him home.
And though our paths were worlds apart,
He purred his way into my heart.

So here’s to cats who walk alone,
Yet make the strangest place feel known.
A fleeting friend, a gentle trace—
A quiet soul in a noisy place.

TsL. 25
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