Occasional snow on desert sand,
Multicolored Christmas lights dot the land,
Green Chile stew and biscochitos,
Its the holidays in new Mexico.

Tumbleweeds stacked and painted white,
Decorated as a snowman, quite a sight,
Top hats, scarves, gloves and faces,
buttons and even boots with laces.

Ristras of chiles wrapped around trees,
the smell of pork roasting floats on the breeze,
Tamales by the dozen, ready to eat,
So tasty and spicy, what a treat.

A bit of eggnog and the choir singing,
luminaries lit and churchbells ringing,
Santa Claus in red and white,
ready for a Christmas Eve night.

We shoot across the galaxy,
riding the comet's tail,
thousands of miles an hour,
leaving a shining trail.

Stopping here on earth,
for a hundred years or less,
leaving a scar on hearts,
for life is such a mess.

Touching other souls,
sending them reeling from the collision,
just like an asteroid impacting satellite,
controlled with imprecision.

So leave your mark while your here,
because remember time goes fast,
then once again into the universe,
time on Earth never lasts.

I spraypaint the stars across the sky,
I paint the night with black,
I send goosebumps down your spine,
you never remember me, you're an amnesiac.

I send the sun up every morning,
the waves on the ocean are for you,
amethyst colored mountains tipped with snow,
on the horizon is always new.

Shining gray at midnight,
the light of the moon,
sets your eyes a sparkle,
your heart I try to harpoon.

Poetry and music,
I write to catch your heart,
you enjoy for a moment,
then I must restart.

I shall never give up,
my love shall never die,
the only thing I will do,
is forever continue to try.

fill my simple cup
no gold or silver chalice
just love to sustain me

Simple paper sacks line the sidewalk,
moving in the wind,
just trash waiting to blow away.

Christmas Eve, sacks glow from within,
candles flicker, with the meekest of light
yet fill our spirits with love and hope.

The display steals our breath,
as we walk down the street,
a lit path for visitors to travel.

Twinkling lights mirrored in blue eyes,
a group of carolers in the distance,
set a festive mood.

Hand in hand strolling,
the neighborhood lights entertain,
a few snowflakes fall.

Our lips meet,
tasting of hot chocolate and eggnog,
our heat defies the cold night.

Like a gift unwrapped,
love is given,
on Christmas Eve.

Charcoal smeared gingham,
hangs from malnourished bones,
like curtains on an abandoned house,
whose windows have long since broken,
yet a spirit is contained behind blue eyes,
a life that refuses to break into dust.