Christmas Magic
On the first day of Christmas
my true love gave to me
a Partridge in a pear tree.
Truly a miracle was he
cloaked in a robe of deerskin
as he walked the aisle to me.
My Christmas groom ...
The forest was a blaze in white.
The ancient orchard glistened.
The sun shone so very bright.
Roses bloomed upon his cheeks ...
I walked to him in gown of green
a memory of summer past,
balsam draped the winter scene.
Ice hung from the trees like lash.
A grounded bird took wing to see
and lit upon the lowest branch
of a naked gnarled pear tree.
The Holy ghost was hear you see.
Alone we stood, just he and I
to feast on earthly beauty
married beneath a holy sky.
Anything is possible you see
when flightless birds can fly.
Poet: Debbie Guzzi
11/23/13
Copyright © Debbie Guzzi | Year Posted 2013
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