Tis The Season

After the laughter and excitement of today's merry troops vacated the kitchen

I did too, to feel the powder-blue twilight tucking in the edges of the earth...

Tis the season of powder-blue twilight

Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills

Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines

Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills

Tis the season of powder-blue twilight

Lowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills

Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines

Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills

Tis the season of ‘fresh from the oven’

For cookie lovin’ kids like you and me

Tis the season of joy mixed with grievin’

For faces missin’ where they used to be

Tis the season of easin’ our hurry

For the fine reason of tasting today

Tis the season of fluffy, white flurry

Decking vast vistas once somber and gray

Tis the season of love turned to givin’

As thoughts turn Bethlehem-ward once again

As we reflect on a babe sent from Heaven

To be the Savior of the world. Amen

Tis the season when we start to ponder

What really matters in Bygone’s increase

Tis the season of pure, childlike wonder

As we consider hope, love, joy and peace

Tis the season of evergreen spires

Holly and mistletoe, silver and gold

Of motley, merry, bundled angel choirs

Singing the carols that never grow old

Tis the season of green and red buttons

On sugar snowmen and gingerbread duds

This the season of turkey and stuffin’

Poppin’ our buttons with gravy and spuds

Tis the season of laughter’s sweet gladness

Where sadness makes Christmas cheer sacred, oh

Tis the season of merchandise madness

Turned into gifts that say ‘I love you so’

Tis the season of tender surrender

As the last month of another year pours

Through toasts and tributes and winter’s first splendor

Powder-blue twilights on flannel white shores

© Janet Martin