Cherry Mistmas
by Amy Palmisano
Glimps and globs
of timber tops
stray the wimbley winter.
Chattery chills
and slippery spills
make the tars run tripper.
"If I had my way, I'd make you stay-
it seems you've had too many."
Don't flip the filly.
You make me silly.
Smiles will warm my way home
