Leaving and moving means goodbyes. This is an oft repeated scene.
A Last Time
A last moment
A last reverie
Sharing the trivial
Yet, saying much
Such and such.
Instructions to part
Do we ever learn the art?
In this place.
Upon that face
Last firm and desperate
Now the memories
Leave a trace
Inscribed on the heart
In a special place.
Simon C.J. Falk 24 December 2017
We come to the conclusion of another calendar year (on one calendar, at least). For the many backgrounds who come together in blogspace it can mean various things.
For some of us, from a Christian background, this time of the year is Christmas. My Christmas poem for this year arrived early, It’ll Cut For Hay. For those seeking more, I’ve linked in some other Christmas poems that pestered me until I committed them to paper and screen. The Kelpie Dog at Christmas, I Dreamed Santa Saved the Day, The Shepherd’s Daughter, The Little Angel, Caved Inn of Light and more if searching the “Christmas” tag.
Especial greetings to our intrepid team of We Are The World Blogfest #WATWB who share good news the last Friday of each month and have earned December off! They know who they are and how significant they are in the lives of many of us.
For those of you in the South of our Globe, take care in the heat with your dear ones. For those in the North, gird yourself against the cold with the warmth of loved ones near.
May you all know deep peace at this time.
Simon C.J. Falk 23 December 2017