POEM: Origami Christmas Ornament

Marvel at the purples of a King that
Rises to greet luminous corollas.
An uncertain heart swells and you wonder
Is it just the heat of the fireplace?
In a moment of insecurity,
in amiable light that catches an
ambling dawn, the stockings dance. A quest of
night air, in cat whiskers, the somnolent
fur of dark scrapes walls, a soft fir leans in
the corner. The tree is a dogstar of
illumination. Flakes cling with panicked
abandon to the mascara brush of

lonely frozen eyelashes.