Written by Christine Brady on 12/24/16 and 12/21/16. All rights reserved.

Winter View

The chill of winter outside looms

The stark, bare trees call out of doom
The fire empty, dirty, cold,
Is this the winter I’ve been told?

The snow a sheet as pale as death
The sun as hidden as Macbeth
The frost comes trimming cruelly sills,
And all around as yet is still.

But join with family and you’ll see
Just everything has bright beauty
The voices all around will show
The glory God doth daily sow.

The cold that brings bright, rosy cheeks
The trees bright ice sparkles for weeks
The fire unneeded but still there
This is the winter everywhere.

The snow a blanket pure and white
The sun at hide and seek to sight
The frost bedazzling each pane
And peace and silence all round reigns.

 

Home Christmas

The classic snow of bygone years

The chilling, whistling breeze
The songs of holidays and cheer
The repeat of a sneeze.

The nice and cozy inside rest
The shelter from the cold
The clearing lawns with utmost zest
That’s the Christmas of the old.

But new beginnings break in too,
And crush our mem’ries fond
With a move comes a brand new view
Without a frozen pond.

Should one hold on to reality passed?
Should one resist that much?
Accept that things will never last?
Think Christmas and snow and such?

I never could go back to chill
As my home Christmas feel
But I’ll hold on to fam’ly till
Dear heaven becomes real.