~Christmas Sweater~

the pale
lights outside
my old
door light
up the shadows
and leaves
that are
changing colors

my heat
flutters under
a canopy
of forget-me-knots
my worries
melt away

carved into
the fading
day there
are islands
behind my
eyes

I bought
myself a
a new
Christmas sweater
on this 
cold, blue
winter day
washed down
with pumpkin
coffee light and
caramel in
my cup

surprises in
the moonlight
tired of
the same
old thing
somewhere in
my bones
a longing
I've never
really known

the world
is made
up of
imperfect opportunities
and  near
misses, secrets
left for
someone to believe

tea and
misplaced keys
point put
the way

~Sarah Mahina Calvello