(By Sil, 25th of December 2020
Christmas morning
The rooks sing
Dogs circle the pond
Frosted water-mint
Under a pink sky
I left you breathing
This simplest of facts
Is no longer a cliché
Christmas is a tally of a year passed
Time’s own special attaché
The last twelve months -
Marbles
That rolled under the kitchen sink
This Christmas morning
The choirs will not sing
And we will not bless each-other
With peace
Beyond disrupted human custom
Life is perpetually at ease
The quiet valley
That grows into light
As night pulls away her heavy train
Inside me a new heart is beating -
The ghost of future spring
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