A Christmas Meditation

So much has changed in this past year;

Who overflows with Christmas cheer?

The virus has a hidden face

Chimeras we begin to chase …

 

In such grim times the poet’s role

Serves to brighten each lost soul

With words of comfort and delight

A tricky task to get it right …

 

Against a backcloth worn and tired

How can the poet be inspired?

Too many loose ends to be tied

The Web, alas, has spread too wide…

 

Yet the yearly miracle begins:

The Christ Child, Star and Angel Wings;

While humble shepherds, tending flocks

Gaze in the sky; the old world stops.

 

Recalled by artists down the ages

Traditions form in gentle stages

This midwinter celebration

Still remains a meditation...

(c) Poet in the woods 2020