PERHAPS WE'LL SEE THAT

CHRISTMAS STAR

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By Josie Whitehead​​

 

​​Upon this cold December day

With cloud-drift colour - pink and grey -

     Blush-ripples kiss the lake beyond -

     As if touched by a fairy wand.

 

In fading light the ducks and drakes

Swim back and forth across the lake.

     The rain and wind have gone to rest

     With peace and quiet a welcome guest.

 

Within our lives of constant din

It’s sweet to let some quietness in:

      To find a spot where peace can reign -         

       Somewhere to let life’s stresses drain.

 

Trees, stripped of leaves, reach to the clouds

And here, far from the Christmas crowds,

     The cards arrive from friends afar

      And perhaps we’ll see that Christmas star.

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