It’s a thought provoking season…
The Perfect Christmas
It was a biting, grasping cold.
The land in stark outline,
washed in the effervescence
of a vaulted star.
The world in waiting,
poor, benighted, watchful shepherds.
Wishful too. ancestral hope left unfulfilled.
Upon barren, frozen hillsides,
the World still cries,’ Let it be soon’