Winter seen through
Frosted
glass,
With
picture windows
Sugar-framed
Thursday, 9 December 2021
IT’S SUCH A MILD CHRISTMAS
It’s such a mild Christmas
All the
birds are singing noisily
Normally in
December
They’re all
frozen to a tree
FATHER FROST
Father Frost, with icy fingers
Holds
winter in his frozen grasp
And spreads
it wide across the land
Till it
wears his thick winter cloak
IN THE BLEAK MID WINTER
I’m not looking for a white Christmas
For my life
is already a cold place
Bleak and
forbidding
So I have
no need of snow
Carpets of
white everywhere
Winter fills
my every day
My life is
perpetual winter
Because you
have taken my warmth
You were
the heart of me
You sent
the blood coursing through me
You were
the sun in my sky
Now my life
is tundra
And I am
just a frozen husk
To numb to
exist
IF DECEMBER ICE
If December ice will bear a duck
Thereafter
will be slush and muck
But grab
the duck off the ice
And
Christmas lunch be very nice
EVERYBODY LOVES IT
Everybody loves it
Even if
they won’t admit it
From the newly bred
To the nearly dead
Christmas
is the bee’s knees
From
decorated Christmas trees
To
candlelight and mistletoe
And every
happy HoHoHo
Some may
not agree
At least
not openly
But are
quite happy
To enjoy it
secretly
Subscribe to:
Comments (Atom)