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A Holiday Poem

Little Tree
by EE Cummings

Little tree
Little silent Christmas tree
You are so little
You are more like a flower

Who found you in the green forest
And were you very sorry to come away?
See I will comfort you.
Because you smell so sweetly

I will kiss your cool bark
And hug you safe and tight
Just as your mother would
Only don't be afraid.

Look the spangles
That sleep all year in the dark box
Dreaming of being taken out and allowed to shine
The balls the red and gold the fluffy threads

Put up your little arms
And I will give them all to you to hold
Every finger shall have its ring
And there won't be a single place dark or unhappy

When you are quite dressed
You’ll stand in the window for everyone to see
And how they'll stare
Oh but you will be very proud

And my little sister and I will take hands
And looking at our beautiful tree
We’ll dance and sing.

Happy Happy Holidays to you all!

xoxo,
LPC

in time of daffodils

A sudden chill has floated into Los Angeles and I've found myself doubling up on layers of tights and cozy blankets. I know I'm supposed to have thicker skin being a girl from Boston and all, but California's consistent sunshine has gotten me addicted! Albert Camus once wrote, In the depth of winter, I finally learned that within me there lay an invincible summer, which I try to always remember even if the cold has got my spirits a little down. I have realized also, that I have never posted any poetry on LPC. So, let's change that! Below is my favorite poem by ee cummings. I hope you enjoy and in the depth of your winter (wherever you are), it brings you a little sunshine.



in time of daffodils
{by ee.cummings}

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me