Breath drawn short from the cold air
Yet lungs fill with crisp euphoria
Smiles seem to stay set in place
As faces are enveloped by a mask of frost
Light shines everywhere
Caught in a white limbo
Between the pure sky and ground
The leaves had their time
One by one as they descended
Now sheathed by a pure, limpid blanket
Alabaster to the eye, cold to the touch
Yet warm and welcoming to the mind
A serenity to the spirit
An open fire's warmth breathes life
As the embers crackle they release aroma
Hickory spice permeates the air
All while surrounded in this essence
Blissful, crisp, joyful, endless
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It's quiet this Christmas
no snow on the ground,
the rain has stopped falling
and quiet is the sound
of my heart as I lay sleeping
dreaming you're awake,
covering me with kisses--
such sounds that lovers make;
I am thankful we're together
though tonight we be apart
for tomorrow we meet again
and love will fill our hearts.
. this hated day .
There is sorrow ... far too much to convey ... overwhelming; until only anger and disappointment in myself and my failure to stay iron remain. Leaden moments drag me under ... drowning and gasping for air, for sky, for freedom ... from what I am become.
I remember happiness as though it were some sepia toned photograph that is found folded in a page book, ancient and uncared for enough that the printing papers are cracked and so faded that '... did she EVER smile? did she ever laugh like that? was there a moment when it might have been okay ...' echoes down the hallways of every fucking place I stand within, hidden.
Yes,
Waiting for Christmas
Sitting up in bed,
I watch the sky turn
from dawn to day.
The air feels cold;
there's tension that surrounds me.
When will the sought for holiday come?
Presents call from
under the tree,
yet here I am waiting.
I will go mad with my impatience,
eagerness grips me chockingly,
as my mind races ahead of my feet.
If only I could catch up with it!
I almost cannot bear to see the
clock continue to tick.
Why must you taunt me so?
Does my anxiety humor you enough,
or must I go crazier?
Christmas, hurry on,
leave me not to lose my sanity.
Christmas, with your jingling bells
and good cheer that like wildfire spreads,
come
Waiting,
Until that beautiful day,
When everyone is together,
And I say "Hurray!"
Everyone is getting something,
Can't wait to see their faces,
This waiting,
Is what makes my heart win races.
Tis the season of giving,
I don't really want anything,
Just know that they are happy,
Which could make me sing.
So Merry Christmas everyone,
And a happy new year,
Cause for once in my life,
I have nothing to fear.
The year is late and wrinkled;
Holding us in her weathered hands.
We remember when she was young and supple,
Running through the fields of marigold
With sunkissed skin and clear blue eyes.
But now the year is old,
And we must trudge through
A desert of white.
Soon, she shall be reborn
And we can dance under the sun
Yet again.