Christmas Eve

my reflection
a devout phantom
in the picture window.
snow falls like
angels sadly discarding
their wings,
crumbling into
perfect flakes.
choral music
spins on the stereo
lifts to this cathedral ceiling,
rises under my skirt
pulls at my heart.
voices, purer than nuns
sing of Saints, of Christ.
all my mountains
disappear into the storm
as candles burn,
beautiful and consequential,
and melt into rubble
too much like original sin.
Deliver me from Temptation.
Forgive us our Trespasses.
Save our Souls.

~ Dymphny Dronyk

Dymphny Dronyk is a writer, artist, mediator and mother. She is passionate about the magic of story and has woven words for money (journalism, corporate writing) and for love (poetry, fiction, drama, mystery novels) for over 25 years. After years of rambling on an eclectic career path (camp cook, editor, waitress, photographer), her gypsy spirit took root in the Peace Country and her energy is now directed towards raising her 3 children and running her business (Dynamic Data Complete Emergency Response Planning).

Her first volume of poetry, Contrary Infatuations, was published by Frontenac House as part of Quartet 2007.

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