the season begins, another year at end
a seasonal poem.
As the forests shed their summer clothes_ the winds blow in, winter’s first snows.
The sun goes to bed orange and red_the animals don new attire from summers shed.
All around the country the air has changed_ cold and wind, the clock re-arranged.
Shorter days and longer nights_ the air is filled with smells of apple pie and wet leaves, a senses delights.
Fireplace chimney smoke fills the air_ pies and quilts displayed at the fair.
Everyone running here and there_ buying gifts for family to show they care.
Thanksgiving then Christmas and beautiful sights_ hustle and bustle and holiday lights.
Friends and family coming around_ enjoying the seasons many sights and sounds.
At night we all go to see the lights_ the air is filled with singing and laughing and childhood delights.
Boxes and bows stacked under the tree_ presents for brother, sister and me.
We all enjoy the seasons treats_ the giving and hugging and seeing family is neat.
But lest we forget the seasons rituals and rights_ the true celebration, is the birth of Christ !
So holiday cheer and happy new year_ with great anticipation we shed a tear.
An old year is gone, a new one comes in_ and all of this starts all over again. _db
conilouz
very good,, you have alot of talent
BarbaraWilliams
Daniel Lovely and to the point . Wonderful
Ellen
Very beautiful Daniel! (You could make a book with poems and paintings)
Joyce Dickens,...
Beautifuly written.