Phyllis Ratcliff-Beaumonte

(Seattle, Washington)


Poem by Phyllis Ratcliff-Beaumonte

For what purpose December do you return?
Is it to cast your magic spell with sounds
of crunching ice under moonlit nights
producing tree columns muffed with snow,
while gifts and celebrations of joy await
eyes that slumber light entertain delightful
thoughts throughout the silent night. For what purpose December do you return?
bearing wreaths of holly green framing windows
with candle glows around the Christmas scenes.
Carollers singing melodies their cheeks flushed
from the cold, softens the hardest heart as they
declare joy to the world! Or December, do you return to tell the greatest story
ever told; awakening our pious hearts to the good
news of an incarnate Christ born to proclaim an
infinite love sent down from up above
to prepare us for the spring of life
when all thing are reborn.
For what purpose December do you return?

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, January 2, 2003