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, the ancestral hope left unfulfilled.
Upon barren, frozen hillsides,
the World still cries,’ Let it be soon’
© franciman 2023
Really lovely descriptive piece. Happy Holidays to you and yours.
It was great to see you back… happy Holidays in return.
It looks safe to return? And it’s good to be back. The best of the season to you and yours, too… x
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.
Enjoyed reading this beautiful Christmas poem, deep in thought with rich imagery.
Season’s Greetings & Warm Regards, Gomathi