Wassailer

Wassailer

Past the ice rink, along the high street,

the winter holidays brighten faces, arranging

card after card after card to dray out

greeting.

Rivers

pretty the atmosphere of returning hope in cup,

times running along in the companionship of shared thoughts

toward a real celebration brightening

night,

lifting

what the specific person can achieve

in moments texted out to shared distances,

shared histories of remembered exchange

along the growing path.