By Linda M. Crate
Word Count: 115
Rating: G
Summary: A poem of a Christmas with no snow.
it doesn’t feel
festive
nor right
that Christmas is coming
and there is no psalm
of white snow
lilting across the land
promising a new hope
and redemption
for the end of one year
and a chorus
into the next;
all my gifts have been purchased,
ready to be wrapped
but the music of the season
isn’t doing anything for me;
doesn’t quite feel like Christmas
when one witnesses daily
the cruelty of mankind;
it’s why I prefer the perfect
healing hands of nature;
she doesn’t judge
and gives me nothing
but acceptance and love
and reminds me
of the roots
and petals of flowers
I once had forgotten
bringing me closer
to His hand.