Angels We Have Heard On High

lit up for Christmas

at the bed-and-breakfast:

beach-front palms

dense fog—

a Christmas song

on the carillon

traffic lights change—

a Christmas wreath in the window

of the Chinese market

firelight         in and out of tinsel

Christmas concert—

         in unison

the whole chorus inhales

snow on the landing—

my resolution

to meet more angels

            *     *     *

a chime of bells

across the snowy field—

              the horse’s breath

toll booth lit for Christmas—

from my hand to hers

warm change