Dark days and darker nights,
where is the sun gone with its every decreasing light.
I listen to the wind as it whispers in the night
I listen to the sound of winter as the birds take flight.
The creak of a swing as the playground stands alone.
Children have taken flight as the biting winter breeze
drifts through the night.
But the excitment wafts through the air in to the hearth near the blazeing fire and
where the young child sits with eyes a glow.
Christmas is upon us and oh to be a child again oh.
The scent of a candle wafting in the air,
the scent of cinamon and a laugh with out a care.
Inoccence shines in the eyes of the child as bright as any star , it
shines within like a sun buring brightly now so far .
jack01
thats a very nice writing,