May 'Glad Tidings of Comfort and Joy' make this December a season of renewed wonder
December lowers boreal bars
And kisses the landscape with stars
The hill, the rill, the dell and dale
Carries December’s bridal veil
Moments like tattered petals flow
To the cradle where flowers go
December, with maternal air
Hush-a-byes earth’s culled thoroughfare
Across blue fields fond echoes blow
December yields idylls of snow
It jingles bells in laden skies
And drapes the fell in dreamer’s sighs
December flings its gate ajar
And sings where happy children are
As heavens ring with the refrain
Of hope-joy-peace-goodwill to men
© Janet Martin
...the vaults ring with 'can you believe its December already!?' as
we turn up the last page on calendars...
...the vaults ring with 'can you believe its December already!?' as
we turn up the last page on calendars...
Lovely poem. Can't believe it's December.
ReplyDeletethank-you and me too! Time tugs the heart-strings hard, doesn't it?!
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