Category: Serious

The wreath faces the wind and rain,

Yet beauty endures through the strain.

Its evergreen hue,

Says, “Hope’s ever true,”

Still steadfast through snow’s white domain.

It’s the most wonderful time of the year,

With merriment and good cheer.

The tree’s looking grand,

With baubles well-planned,

And hope warms the dark of the year.

The tree lights twinkle through the gloom,

A promise that joy will resume.

Though long is the night,

There glows still a light,

That whispers of hope to the room.

The advent candle has begun to burn,

For tinsel and carols we do yearn!

The stockings we’ll fill,

With cheer and goodwill,

As winter to wonder does turn.

St. Cecilia struck chords with such grace,

Every hymn seemed to brighten the place.

Her celestial tune

Made the sun and the moon

dance together in radiant embrace.

In November the chill starts to bite,

And the days trade their blue for twilight.

The leaves have turned gold,

And the air is crisp and cold,

And the day quickly turns to night.

The rain on my window went “plink,”

So I stayed on the sofa to think.

But I started to doze

Then, deep in repose…

I floated away in a wink.

I wish the clocks didn’t go back,

This darkness has thrown me off track.

By four it feels night,

No sunlight in sight,

My motivation’s under attack!

A poppy now blooms where they fell,

Its scarlet a soft, wordless knell.

We remember and pray,

Each Armistice Day,

That peace may continue to dwell.

November drifts in with a sigh,

While leaves do their dance and then die.

The bonfires gleam,

Like sparks in a dream,

As winter gives autumn a try.