The snow melts in December sun
Leaving slush
and grime to run
In tiny waves
down hilly street;
Cascading
leaves lie at my feet.
Needs must - so
I affront the day
Which starts in
chilly shades of grey
See how displays,
well-lit, attract
With hosts of gifts
so neatly wrapped!
To send cards
now I hesitate;
With email we’re
kept up to date
What joy to
voice our Christmas cheer
Skype means
free calls with near and dear!
“New Normal” means
life lived-through-screens
Too bad for
those with slender means;
Without a laptop,
we are lost
The life we
once knew turned to frost.
We yearn for
how things used to be:
Meanwhile, we decorate
our tree,
Admire the city’s
Christmas lights
And drink glühwein
on winter nights!
(c) Poet in the woods (2021)
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