Kringlan

These ones are the beautiful bars you put up.

Decorated with turquoise and cerulean barb.

Peering in through a broad frosted window

You may see the back room illuminate softly at night

The owner maybe knitting- singing at nearly a whisper

On display are closed boxes with unnamable objects that tinker while they chime

Painted in un-seeable colors that glow without light.

I walked down this street out of instinct one evening to find solace

From human traffic-as it can be good for most but not some

Having never seen day.

Following a rolling gold aurora borealis-heading north

I found myself at a storefront

And it sells my favorite things

But it does not operate during business hours

These ones are beautiful bars you put up

We are both closed during advent.