The sky is full of stars in the winter chill they resemble snowflakes trapped on an indigo canvas and although they won’t fall to give hot frozen kisses never melting on the earth or rosy cheeks they act as a beacon a beacon of hope for childhood fun and nostalgia - snow is a possibility.
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Frosted rooftops glinting in the lazy low winter sun tiny footprints of the blackbird stand frozen in time if only for a moment the chimneys sigh giving the milky blue sky its only clouds for the day the stillness feels safe the stillness feels peaceful the stillness feels hopeful.
I can’t believe it’s already December 10th. Only two more weeks worth of poems in this years advent calendar. Have you had chance to read many of the collection so far?
Full of paper cuts and empty of tape I’ve folded and creased trees, elves and St. Nick with baubles, reindeer and stars patterns rarely matching but working all the same I can’t wait to see looks on my loved ones faces as all my work is undone Merry Christmas, everyone.
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It feels like a book you say confidently weighing the present in your hands and when you unwrap down the seam of the sticky tape there’s joy in your face reflected in the framed photo staring back you take pause smiling in memory and you pick up the next gift obviously a Toblerone.
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Snow is falling it’s cold enough to settle at minus 1 on the mercury but it doesn’t stop the brass band on the corner playing classic carols for all to enjoy I find myself singing along to The Holly and The Ivy and it feels like Christmas in my soul.
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Nostalgia enters on the chirrup of a wren and the first cord of wham on the radio it’s only a matter of time before the tree goes up and grows baubles and lights as smiles widen on our faces we’ll go for a woodland walk hand in hand, glove in glove maybe pick up some pinecones as a memento then later under December’s full moon sip our hot chocolates sending warmth into the air.
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Holly berries gleam
in the bewitching winter blue-light
ruby red and alive
held tightly in the arms
of emerald flames burning darkly
all along the hedgerow
to live with passion
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Bare branches lay still
frozen in the murk of the mist
a gloom of grey blankets the world
that even the luminescence of street lamps
offer only obscurity
and it seems that the day is destined
to be lived in a monochromatic mire
- until -
a flicker on the horizon
soft-focused flame of white
fluttering on a breeze of its own making
white warms to the copper
copper burns to crimson
the firebird has returned
melting wintry melancholy
with its presence.
Welcome to day 1 of my Advent Calendar of poetry for 2022. I hope you enjoy the poems I’ll be sharing over the next 24 days.
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