Christmas Lights

The Poem

Lights hum in the cold,
coloring the air
and the season—
As we walk along Druid Lane
we can see our breath
mingle and roll like a sigh
vanish
and repeat
like the lights in December
faithful
and evermore

Commentary

I don't remember this person either, but I remember their profile mentioning Christmas lights. It must have been cuffing season because I was thinking how cool would it be to go see the amazing Christmas lights with this person in a wealthy pocket of Dallas, where all the houses compete to have the most incredible, hilariously over-the-top Christmas lights out of the whole neighborhood.

Oh, and this poem is part of a series that I explain here.