Tray Of Ripe Thoughts

This is my gift to you, a tray of ripe
thoughts for Christmas; although
the box is composed of avocados
they are munificent thoughts each.
Try and look beyond the fruit therein,
these thoughts are ready to eat now.

May Christmas bring you joy and
happiness, may you rest warm in the
bosom of your nearest and dearest,
and may you spare thoughts for
those whose Winter of Discontent is
chilled and fraught with loneliness.

As you savour this fruit of love think of
the unstinting devotion that went
into producing it. It is gifted to you,
the labour consumed in making it is
tradeable commodity but the heart
in its brilliance deems it to be free.

Think of tomorrow, the flavour will not last
forever and whether you eat this avocado
now or save thoughts for the future holds
a lien on your soul, is germane to what life
brings from the refrigerated shades of rude
awakenings hidden behind its door.

There is one piece of fruit left in the tray,
my suggestion is make guacamole.
Each of us brings an ingredient and with
loving intent adds it to the bowl. The mix
is not consequent as much as the
gathering of friends is meant to be.
© I.D. Carswell 2006