Decant December wine
The best saved for end
of the year
held in fond anticipation
Traveling slick hills on sleigh rides
Reliving the thrills over
fine age and spirit
A day we hold dear
it is worth far more than gold
I see a star pale and strong
hear glorious wind
made of song --
holy choirs singing
There is sacrament in desire
Wonders of will, of intensity
wild like the sweet breath
Drink in the joy of being alive
an instant choreography of our conversation.
Her familiar rhythmic motion seems to keep
flow of thought musically cohesive.
We play at soliloquies,
interweave of dialog,
tangential themes, dissonance in
effective counterpoint, comic relief.
Betty enhances assiduously.
Rarely do we hear her voice, or need it
for eloquence. These gabfests include all
who are present. From each according to
individual style. Tonight, to welcome December,
we assemble to figure out this season of
stress and expectation.
Betty falls into