The Perfect Christmas

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, the ancestral hope left unfulfilled.

Upon barren, frozen hillsides,

the World still cries,’ Let it be soon’

© franciman 2020
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TheRecluse

Good to see your name again Jim! Season’s greetings!

Ionicus

It looks safe enough, Jim. I have recently come back and a few old ones have rejoined. The site is fairly active especially for the musical clue game and the forum which is sometimes used as a political platform that doesn’t interest me but I suppose we have to cater for all tastes. You will have gathered that I am still a grumpy old man. Welcome back Jim.

Jolen

Really lovely descriptive piece. Happy Holidays to you and yours.

blessings,
jolen

Gomathi

Enjoyed reading this beautiful Christmas poem, deep in thought with rich imagery.
Season’s Greetings & Warm Regards, Gomathi

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