12 lines for Christmas

caught on a distant wind

portent beneath a sombre moon

the feint rattle of Janus chains

bids this year to end too soon,

faces smart with such a bitter chill

urgent children pray for snow,

sloe gin is bottled, mincemeat made,

and pickled walnuts soon on the go,

choristers practice carol hymns

decorations once more hold centre stage

poets conjure worthy lines of verse

and hope to grace the Christmas page

Published by grahamrsherwood