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Virelay

Virelay

December
December the sniffiest month of the year
Coughs and sneezing
Christmas joy for all that one holds dear
Presents rustling

Friends paying yearly obligations
Church bells calling
Round the crib in adoration
Three kings kneeling

December the season for winter warmers
Inebriation
Families forming get-togethers
Celebrations

Frozen dew feathering to glinting strands
Icicles dripping
Hearing the weather forecast on the radio bands
Ominous warnings

(c) Maggie Crouch


Soaring Voices

A weakened sun lightly fingers the early morn
Christmas wakes
Heralding the celebration, a saviour was born
For our sakes.

Through the darkened sky, a glittering star breaks
For his birth
Frankincense, gold and myrrh are a kings keepsakes
In his worth.

Messages ripple across the breadth of the earth
Peace fulfil
Spreading the Gospel with merriment and mirth
In goodwill.

Faith in the wondrous creator this babe doth instil;
Joy partakes,
With beautiful soaring voices, praising God's will
Christmas awakes.

(c) Jan Hedger

 
Passing

This year is passing through December
Final days
Once vibrant trees, limbs frail with tremor
Parting ways

Frozen lakes, fixed in an icy gaze
Unblinking
Not reacting to the distant suns rays
Just thinking

Skeletal fingers, to life still clinging
Fuddled skies
From this year to the next, it's winging
Old and wise

The hoary fields, shrouded in white
Time and space
Waiting for the eternal night
Resting place.

(c) Ashley Jordan


December

December
Festive celebration Fun
Food drink
Drunken Laughter fun games
Open present
Warm open fire burns a flame
Smiles gain
Burns a haggis count a cheer
New year here.  

(c) Nick Crump


A Winter Weekend

Snuggle back down under the covers
It's cold
Stay as you are entwining lovers
In hold

Within your secret world be embroiled
From eyes
Eyes that have followed you as you've toiled
Time wise

All week you hide behind your disguise
Nine to Five
Free and easy weekend being your prize
Coming alive

Saturday dancing the ballroom jive
Being bold
Making love till early hours arrive
Pure gold

(c) Jan Hedger


No More Fear

Goodbye is never forever
For you live
To rest in peace together
Slumber with

My aching heart loves December
A single fear
Eleven months to remember
A whole year

New shoots of hope, next year come
I fare well
Men in black, with glasses run
Toast and tell

Tales and stories of a year gone
Smiles appear
Listen, hark, I will sing a song
No more fear

(c) Antony May


Christmas

Christmas time is back with us again
Savings gone too quick
Children excited and causing us pain
Santa's letters are ticked

Children wake us so very early
Paper sprawled everywhere
Too much drink, feeling poorly
Must not despair

All gathered round our dinner table
So much food to bear
Everybody's places have been labelled
So much, felt queer
 
In evening we're having much fun and games
Kids tired, fast asleep
Our day has been joy and gain
Memories to keep
 
(c) Jan Humphreys
 

 
The Carol Singers

 
Six rosy faces, all aglow
Stood before me
Wrapped in cosy scarves of yellow
They looked so sweet
 
I wondered who they'd come to see
I live alone
Surely they were not there for me?
My friends are gone
 
They opened up their mouths as one
Started to sing
I held my breath 'till they were done
A lovely thing
 
If they could know what joy they bring
To set me free
A new-found love of welcoming
Now not lonely.

(c) Ashley Jordan