Dare we dance a step or two?
The deepest
darkness is now through
Pale Christmas
star turns grey to blue
Hope spreads its wings;
My wisteria,
now devoid of leaves,
Has spiky
fingers stark that freeze
December, and
the old year grieves
And no bird
sings …
It’s been a
twelvemonth untoward
Where COVID sufferers
have soared
And many, stuck
at home, were bored
As news is
bleak;
More vaccinations
for the young
Nurses’ praises
all unsung
And culture sees its plans undone*
As from next
week!
Can ma-in-law still come and stay?
With nightclubs closed, we cannot stray
So, how to
chase the blues away?
What else remains?
But Christmas
trees sell like hot cakes,
Romantics long for
bright snowflakes
So, enthusiasm
is what makes
Us still take
pains!
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
* In Belgium ...
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