Incessant sun with frosty touches
Means a snowy Christmas it is not
More like spring without snowdrop!
The nearby park has lofty trees
And a rippling lake with ducks and geese
Where dogs run free and joggers pass
On the crisp and sharp-spiked grass.
But rare are those who laugh and chat
So this festive season seems quite flat
Many quite alone stroll by
Amazed like us, by sapphire sky
Where birds swoop low, quite unaware
That at this special time of year
Humans feel they must be jolly,
Eat to excess, and deck with holly
Their mundane lives; buy tinsel tree
And favour all with bonhomie;
Yet sadly, many are uncaring;
What happened to the joys of sharing?
(c) Poet in the woods 2018
As usual you hit the nail on the head. Sad but true. Pity!
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