Christmas Shards

Sometimes admiring the paints
More than the paintings leaves you

The strength to witness the world
Without stripping your power

To keep participating
In the way the world witnessed

Handles its worldly business.
This afternoon sprinkles work,

Gently for you to follow
A trail of barbarism,

While the doves and the crows land
In long grey lines like soldiers

In formation, ready
To seize the town, bird army,

Smarts in the crows, discipline
In the doves, hope on the ropes

Peace in the early evening.
Shards are always on their way,

However you predict them in gold,
However well shards grow worn.