The
full moon of Christmas shines this night
illuminating
the landscape in bright light,
she
radiates accompanied by her celestial flock
that
share in her bounty of brilliance by clasping
onto
her rays to soften their edges.
I
sit and watch while a jet flies under her,
its
trail more prevalent under her watch
and
think of the travellers wrapped in the metal shell
rushing
home to be with family and friends
luggage
overloaded with their own wrapped gifts.
In
the background sacred Christmas carols sing
lulling
me into a sense of melancholy, with visions of a chapel
and
choir lite by candles under bower of boughs and berries,
my
senses wake when church bells begins to ring
brightening
my eyes and spirit while I sing the chorus
“Oh,
the rising of the sun,
The running of the deer.
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the quire.”
The running of the deer.
The playing of the merry organ,
Sweet singing in the quire.”
A
very Merry Christmas and Joyeux Noel
