Advent Calendar Poem #24: A Mild Christmas Eve

The low dawn casts its shadow
gently as pastel persimmon
across the rooftops
as blinds twitch
in hope of snowfall

robins like paladins
stand proudly atop fenceposts
keeping watch over the people they love
singing quiet whispers of strength

along the emerald and dull silver hedgerow
the squabbles of nature seem calmer
as if peace has befallen predator and prey
and no man’s land is safe for a while

believing isn’t seeing
believing is believing

Thanks for joining me for the last day of the advent calendar of poems. I hope you’ve enjoyed my scribbling over the past month and year. All your support is highly appreciated.

Here’s a quote from my favourite Christmas film, Scrooged: “ It’s Christmas Eve! It’s, it’s the one night of the year when we all act a little nicer, we, we, we smile a little easier, we, w-w-we, we, we cheer a little more. For a couple of hours out of the whole year, we are the people that we always hoped we would be! It’s a miracle, it’s really, a sort of a miracle because it happens every Christmas Eve.”

Merry Christmas and A Happy New Year

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #22: Sparkly Presents

The wreath shines
in winter light
scarlet holly glowing
slices of scented citrus
glistening like stained glass
even long-dried pinecones
have a revived golden aura
emerald fir and spruce branches
hold everything together
this natural bracelet
a truly precious
and priceless gift.

Thanks for taking the time to read this poem. I hope you’re doing amazing this week and have some merriment planned over the festive period. Only 2 poems left of the calendar. Thanks for the ongoing support, it’s very appreciated.

Take It Easy

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #20: A Take on Christmas Films

I slip into the comfort 
of old Christmas movies
like John & Hans tearing up Nakatomi
Buddy finding his family and a new job
George finding help from Clarence
Frank Cross reuniting with Claire
and a boy in blue dancing with snowmen
the nostalgia is like hot chocolate
and warm hugs
it’s hard sometimes to step away.

Thanks for stopping by today to read number 20 in the advent calendar. I hope your week is going well and that your all sorted for the festivities.

Take It Easy

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #18: A Smile On Your Face

Snowmen standing in front gardens
waving at passers-by
who cling on to fenceposts
tentative steps on glass concrete
some have dogs that pull on the lead
and drag like huskies
along the glittery cycle path.

If you see something that you find amusing don’t be afraid to smile. I hope your weekend has been well spent, less than a week to Christmas!

Take it easy

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #14: Precious Decorations

We found treasure
on the forest floor
scattered pinecones
shining silvery-white
in the winter frost-glow
and the cool
pearl sun.

Thanks for taking the time today’s poem. I can’t believe there’s only ten left. December is going by far too quickly.

Remember to come back tomorrow for the next calendar door to be opened.

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #13: A Silver Nocturne

Ephemeral, the silent snow 
drifts in shallow winter wind
distinct hexagonal feathery flakes
tumble like opaline dice
over frozen baize lawns
and rooftops of tile and slate
the night gloam has been dispelled
in its place a glistening silver glow
has taken root
floating upwards
toward the heavens.

Thanks for taking the time to read my poem today. I hope you enjoyed it

What are your thoughts on snow? Let me know in the comments..

Take It Easy,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #12 : A Sky Full Of Stars


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.

Thanks for reading today. I hope your week is off to a great start.

Feliz Navidad,

Paul

Advent Calendar Poem #10: Peace

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?

Have a fantastically festive weekend,

Paul