Monday, 14 December 2009

Christmas Poem

Christmas comes round too quickly. It's because the shops start celebrating Christmas in October, and although I'm tempted to buy things then , I've usually mislaid them by December. This year I made some Christmas cards early, and put them someone safe-so safe I've mislaid them. So I'm making Christmas cards on the kitchen table when I should be further forward and wrapping presents, instead of printing out my poem and sticking it in my Christmas cards:


In this dark time
earth turns
wind, rain and snow
into renewal.

There are moments
of holy light,
when the low sun
skims the earth,
dazzles with its aura.

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