Thursday, December 30, 2010
Between two endings
And two beginnings
The dying year pauses to reflect
And take one final breath
This year, even Winter
Seems to be taking stock
Temporarily loosening
Her grip of ice and snow
While the kingly ghosts of Christmas
Diligently wear out their welcome
Outstaying family, outlasting leftovers
Lingering on and on
Treasure them
And the precious gifts they bring:
Joys and sorrows
Hopes and fears
And above all: love
Memories of past love cherished
Present love enjoyed
And future love anticipated
Labels: christmas, poem, winter
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