Jim Harmon Poems
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The Ashes Of Christmas Past
There were many times before
When I had everything to put beneath the tree.
But the silken bows and tinsels glow
Were just pretty wrappings for things
That would be gone and forgotten
Like the reasons before the last snows of the season.
Many trees and bright packages came and went
Leaving only a mess of needles and paper to send up the chimney
Adding their dying glow to the coldness and the snow
In the bleak grayness of the early morning.
The coldness of separation lay on my heart
Like impenetrable drifts made even harder
by the chilling winds ...