It's Christmas Day. I wake so pleased to see
a sky of blue and sunlight on the tree.
I'll be alone but know now I'll get by.
Nature will color my soul and I won't cry.
...
Queensland summer strays in to scuttle Spring.
Dissolve its breath; no more its song to sing.
Time now for us to return to the sound of the sea,
its jests, its restless passion, and gypsy-free
...
Educated in New Zealand. Married an Australian, now departed. One son who lives in Brisbane. I live on Queensland's Gold Coast. Been to USA twice in 2005 for seminars. Have a website. Sometimes write short stories.)
Christmas Day (Rondeau)
It's Christmas Day. I wake so pleased to see
a sky of blue and sunlight on the tree.
I'll be alone but know now I'll get by.
Nature will color my soul and I won't cry.
It's Christmas Day.
I spun one thread to create a family.
Grown and ill he cannot come to me.
I wait and wish his pain was just a lie.
It's Christmas Day.
Life doesn't agree to what it's meant to be.
Untidy notes destroy its melody.
I'll work my poems then later with a sigh
walk slowly to the beach and there I'll fly
with the gulls and wind, then fold into the sea.
It's Christmas Day.
Surfers Paradise, Australia
25/12/05