Yueltide - as a log on the fire

as when

the cold and sickly smell

of candles clung too thick

was overlaid and all wrapped up

with scented fog of incense

as when the preacher's band

of singers waxing on

in warm and drowsy

muffle to my ears

was as the icy

dressing

of a cake

with layered marzipan

and chain store fruit within

as when the robin sang

upon a window ledge

"a log on the fire"

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