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 2021
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Jolen

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

blessings,
jolen

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.

Gomathi

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

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