Waiting for Green Darkness

They'd been collected and collected again
Months at a time, hidden in the dark, dusted
I wondered what bits might work and might not
As each woke or didn't.

Twists and turns turned minutes into hours.
I frayed my hands, but not the knots.
Green sculpture curled ripe with potential,
But green with boredom painted this precurse.

Finally, all checked and all fixed
All hung, adjusted, untwisted and wrapped,
They waited for their moment.
I waited for the darkness -- Dusk was slow.

Then WHOOSH, an orgasm of light
Blinding me and filling the shadows.
Nooks and crannies dark for a year
Now stood dust bunny-filled and smiling.

At the top, the tree had been crooked,
But now I didn't notice, didn't care.
The glitter of blinking twinkly lights wrapped me
In the soul of the Holidays to come.