Joyeux
Noel Non
January
on the horizon and it can’t get here soon enough
Unusual to
be looking straight past, straight through this season
Strange to
not to give a damn about this time of year
Then again, all
considered, it just isn’t that strange after all
And the
morning of the eve breaks with a bitter cold
Not that the weather
can touch the chill of the soul
Once upon a time no bitterness or
cold could touch the joy
That was then and the now is just a day
to pass away
Head sick and heart twisted or maybe vise
versa
Ease on past the whatever merriment when it’s
seen
Race on through the greetings and wishes when they
come
Nights’ low light cannot get here fast enough this
day
In the growing shadows there is blessed relief to be
found
Going slowly to nowhere down the emptying streets
Heaven
and Hell and Christmas bells, just rumours here
Taking a look to
that star above and wishing everyone a place to cry
G.R.
Hambley
24/12/2014 ©