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:
HOLY LIGHT
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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