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 2023
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Really lovely descriptive piece. Happy Holidays to you and yours.
blessings,
jolen
It was great to see you back… happy Holidays in return.
Cheers,
Jim x
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