the daylight turns shy,
darkness creeps in.
temperature drops,
its a chilly morning.
coats, hats and scarves
sneak into routine.
the sky lies cold,
clear, blue and clean.
miserable weather
hoovers up joy –
yet somewhere lies waiting
a small baby boy.
in the midst of the ice
and the scrooges at home,
a flicker of warmth
ebbs from heaven’s throne.
against all the chill
of the dull winter’s night,
a child is coming
to bring earth new light.
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Beautiful
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Lovely and full of hope
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This is just lovely. I smiled at the bit ‘where daylight turns shy’ – just a lovely visual image.
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A lovely poem Rx
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