Between two ’feasts’* we take a pause
Perhaps relax,
go out of doors
See misty clouds
fleck winter sky
And, just maybe,
wonder why
Gun crime,
domestic rows, despair
Have dogged so
many this last year
Not to mention
freedoms lost:
2021* is tinged
with frost …
We’ve worked
from home, missed seeing friends
Have failed,
alas, to tie up ends …
And all while
timid sun hangs low
Our mood
reflected in its glow…
Time to reflect
- the choice is vast -
On this fake
jollity just past:
Along the way,
we’ve lost the plot
Child-in-a-manger
quite forgot …
(c) Poet in the woods 2021
* Between Christmas and New Year
** so, in 2022 what has changed?
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