Tuesday, 16 August 2022

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

Too numb to exist 

SNOWFLAKES ON THE DAY

 

Smoke curls from the chimneys,

And dissolves into the grey

Then the clouds in exchange

Release snowflakes on the day

 

Soon the air is full of white flakes

Filtering the sounds of life away

The land is soon under deep snow

Of snowflakes released on the day

OH PRETTY SNOWFLAKE

 

Oh pretty snowflake

Gentle on my face

Oh delicate beauty

Like Belgian lace

Oh pretty snowflake

Thing of grace

You were here

Now not a trace

DECEMBER, DECEMBER

 

December, December

The snow has come

Falling all night long

Kids its time to have some fun

 

December, December

Children playing in the snow

Skating and sledding

Faces all aglow

 

December, December

More snow will come

Then all through the winter

Kids will have more fun

BUT SOFTLY THE MYRIAD SNOW FLAKES FALL

 

But softly the myriad snow flakes fall

These infinite flakes of purest white

Like pure white down of angels wings

Floating gently from heavens height

 

But this is no heaven sent delight

This thing of beauty that cruelly lingers

For harshly touched is the naked earth

When touched by winters icy fingers

CHRISTMAS BOX

 

A common native of Asia

And the Himalayas

The Greeks called

It Sarcococca

“The fleshy berry”

 

We call it Christmas Box

With its large fragrant flowers

Blooming in winter

Making the stark

Christmas garden, merry

CHRISTMAS ROSE

 

Christmas rose

The Evergreen beauty

Winter-blooming flowers

Of white or purplish hue

In wide display

Decorate the European

Landscape at Christmas

AUTUMN MORNING

  The mist cascaded down the hillside Like a maiden’s hair Tumbling onto her shoulders The bare branches of the birch trees Pierced ...