Autumn leaves colour lawns orange
Litter roads red
The long slide into the cold begins
Advent madness beckons
Like a siren
Calling us onto the rocks
Of family festivities, hidden lonelinesses, retail greed and envy
Soon rooftops will grow neon reindeer
Tinsel will be worn around necks at office parties
All too soon
It will be Christmas
Copyright © 2017 Kim Whysall-Hammond
I’m in Amsterdam this week, and so have left you this poem which rather captures my feeling about the next few months I’m afraid!
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I like these lines – they catch a certain mood and pin it down securely!
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Thanks!
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I’m wondering how hot our Christmas will be this year down under!!
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