December Debt

Switchback winds blow argyle rain—momentary diamonds
dissipating beyond our grey winter window.

We hide the unpaid bills in books—keeping pleasant
fiction places with Past Due and Final Notice.

East-west air pushes woolen weather as damp
logs sizzle their consumption in the fireplace.

Creditors call on Christmas with yuletide warnings—
recorded monotone carols heralding threats.

Filigreed spines and gilt-edged pages our only gold,
they reflect meager flames and empty, unchecked boxes.