Poetry for Christmas
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Here is the first stanza of my latest Christmas poem which, yes, tries to grapple with the true meaning of Christmas, dark days becoming light.
In the year’s dying days,
rainfall once again is falling,
failing to freeze, to become snow.
No white Christmas again this year,
just the falling, failing rain
as silent, I overheard you say,
as a Christmas suicide.
What a chilling line.
I know it hurts your soul…
You can read the rest of this poem here today.