Christmas Night
Cold snow won’t whisper the joy it knows
But rather shows the sparkle of its heart
Look
The frigid wind comes
Naked and raging with jealousy
He screams at the evergreens
Rips off their ermine finery
Then leaves to sulk
Ashamed to be the slave of winter,
Then joyous heaven’s sunlight
Twice reflected by moon and snow
Softens nighttime cold
Biding us to walk abroad
Each bearing our inner light
Of Christ
A surprising take on Christmas Night. Lasting imagery. I could feel the outdoors, so a powerful ending returning to the inner source of light.
Many thanks, Judy. Praise from the poet is praise indeed.
Dear Mr. Fitzpatrick, Thanks for sharing your poem. Love those opening two lines.
May we all have a virus-free and poetically charged Holiday and New Year.
Thank you and amen.
Phil
25DEC2020. +60F at 07:00am. Call it what you will, but Plattsburgh NY ain’t Onchiota!
Richard, it’s warm, wet and windy all over the Northeast. Somehow that seems just right for this crazy year.
Best wishes,
Phil
So nice, Phil. Merry Christmas!
Right backattchya, Gary. May this be a heartwarming Christmas.
Phil