A gentle nod …
09/12/2014 § 6 Comments
… to Christmas.
I wasn’t going to have a Christmas tree this year, but then this diddy little spruce caught my eye and it came home to be decked with fairy lights and pom-poms and bring some gentle smiles. It’s been cold here and today’s ending with a gale of wind and rain. True bleak winter-time.
Time is slipping through my fingers, ebbing slowly away from that October day. I’m afraid to let go in case my memories fade. Belle and Misty are intuitive, comforting creatures who share my darkest moments and all the fears and tears that I keep well-hidden. The house is peaceful and calm. I’m thankful for my friends and most of all our children, but …
A dream lies dead here. May you softly go
Before this place and turn away your eyes.
Nor seek to know the look of that which dies
Importuning Life for life. Walk not in woe,
But for a little, let your step be slow.
And, of your mercy, be not sweetly wise
With words of hope, and Spring, and tenderer skies.
A dream lies dead, and this all mourners know.
I hope you all have a wonderful festive season. Look after yourselves and take care. Maybe I’ll be back next year.