All I Want For Christmas

A path of fallen leaves
to crunch beneath my feet.
A tree, tall and straight
with leaves of emerald green
The quiet hush at sunset
as creatures bed to sleep,
hoot of owls a hunting
warm blankets in a heap.
Moonlight through the clouds
reflected in a puddle,
a crackling fire, warm hearth
and family in a huddle
awaiting the celebration
of creation’s winter birth
a reminder that in this paradise
I find my peace on earth.

©2012 Laura Glasstetter