(Poem 365 for 2024 – I am writing a poem a day)

Photos taken New Year’s Eve 2024 by Rebekah Marshall.

It is winter in Texas,
though our photos
make us look like
we are on some tropical
island where the weather
is always a balmy 75
degrees and we can wear
shorts and short sleeves
year round.

The fire is to pretend
it is wintertime, so we
can participate in the
festivities of making
smores, roasting hot
dogs, and sitting around
a fire pit for New Year’s.

We are good at pretend.
It is actually one of our
preferred states around
here because pretend
is usually much more
interesting and fun.

Charlotte had a dramatic
argument with the fire
pit lady for shooting sparks
out at her. It was quite
believable.

Julian scared
himself watching a giant
marshmallow transform
into a huge, flaming beast
with fire bursting out from
inside a hollowed out cave,
turning from dinosaur,
to alligator, to terrifying
skull; its ability to both
expand and melt was
nearly too much for his
imagination to handle.

Maybe later this week
we can pretend some
snow into being and make
a snowman to start off the
new year right.

@Home Studio – 365th poem of the year

Runner ups for the Fire Pit photos to accompany my poem: