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