The rain subsides,
There is flurry of snow.
The joyful beginning of a story,
My life blessings remain untold.
Where people brace the wind,
And children delight.
There are frantic strangers.
Finding hope, in glittering wrappings.
A present for you,
Is like the fragrance of a flower.
And I see people scurrying,
Taking precious moments with you.
I sit in quiet reflection,
As December draws near.
And the tinsel moment,
I felt in autumn is now a reality for me.
The early bird sings,
And delights me once more.
Rustling of leaves, no more.
I hear the music of the notes.
I hear this beat of my drum,
That says sing along, and hum.
Know I am here.
I will always be here.
(Monday,24 September 2007 Bolton, UK)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem