Anyone who’s ever visited me in December knows my next door neighbour goes in for Christmas lights in a big way. This year, more than ever, everyone seems to have responded.

Neighbours’ windows

You put your lights up first
No, you.
Someone has to be the one
who reaches out to lift the street
from November darkness
to December light.

Just so he comes
even if no one notices.
Communicating through whatever comes to hand.
Love used to be hugs and kisses
Now is it this – a light shared
In a winter window?