of orbs, in artful opalescence by Tilly

of orbs, in artful opalescence

One berry
hangs
alone
    silently
          decomposing
                                     in
                                             a
                                                wilting
                                                   wait
                                                 of
                                            just
                                    S
                               u
                         p
                p
               o
              s
                i
                    n
                        g

                                     I
                             hold one
                        shining berry,
                            (yes, dear)
                                    &

                                      do
                                        so,
                                          with
                                            hazels
                                                doe-ing

                                                       One berry
                                                                  hangs
                                                                   where all
                                                                        other orbs
                                                                                 f e l l,
                                                                       squashed
                                                    between amused
                                            fingers
                                   for
                             I
                   wish
          upon
       just

    one

   kiss

      |
      ^
   /    \
          ●
              that
                   clearly
                        lingers

                                    **One
                                         berry hangs                                                                                                                              on  ever green

:) Day 22, The Advent of Yule-Tired Man
A holiday kiss, from an old fashioned girl.

inspired by an Old Custom...
For each kiss beneath the mistletoe,
you should discard one of the berries.

Sweet, eh x