Lovely limbs –Lusciously long and lithe,
place them temptatiously upon my shoulders
they dance delightfully up my sleeve.
Such benevolent branches how they writhe with a will,
dressed to the nines they are shoots that thrill.
Rooted to my heart these stalks of hymn
thus may I have the pleasure
of your seasonal
- Trim.
© Charles Coakley Simpson 2008
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