I walk these streets
I have come to know
Eerily silent
Covered in snow.
The stars are hidden
The moon shines bright
I could not sleep
On this cold night.
I stride past the tavern
That serves up good cheer
Still full of revelers
It’s that time of year.
I stroll past Victorians
Festive Christmas trees in sight
Candles in every window
Every single luminary burning bright.
I travel slowly past
All the homes
Of those I think I know
Every home decorated gaily
People putting on their holiday shows.
And then I turn a corner
And my own house grows ever near
Its darkness hides the emptiness
That I feel this time of year.
(November 30, 2010 Wausau, Wisconsin USA)
(c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved
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