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Christmas Cometh

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Christmas Cometh

Christmas Cometh
by Ingrid Showalter Swift 

Through a wind that never stops blowing
the house holds fast to the light
flickering candles in each window
hope calling out over a canvas of landscape base painted 
in solid white

Auburn gold shadows creep along the horizon
where morning and night crest like waves upon each other
frothing sudden color in thier blending fight

Ruby red undertones flame up across the frost filled clouds 
then die away slowly to golds and then ice gray 
and then moonless white 

in the lights of a passing car... flakes ignite..dazzle and die away again

an owl ...its bright black eyes
against round white face 
calls out 

"ahhhhooooooooooo"
swoops down across the vast field
its feathers struck out white  
like white flames held aloft..........or flashing silver polished metal 
against black forest and gray sky...
against 
the now darkening of night

and I am reminded of a book from my childhood
that read...
"Who.... who... who ....are you?"

The candles flicker on dainty dancers of hope
leaping and falling and leaping again...
so like myself...I have to wonder...
do they never learn? do they never give up?

Turning from the window I smile at all the richness of the bright within
the colors of red and green...
the sparkle of packages and bows not yet even wrapped 
but that will lie beneath my tree in time
the crackle of a wood fire...the smells of pine bows and of things I have collected 
to celebrate these days

and I am merry ...in my soul 
ever hopeful ever believing...ever true
ever listening ......

for your key hit 

hoping it will still come someday...
if I am lucky...perhaps before Christmas has grown cold 
in the hearth and heart once more

the owl calls out again

"Who who ......who are you?"

and I know who I am 
I am a woman who loves a man
and for him I keep on the light
and ration like gold 
the oil

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  1. Date: 12/29/2012 5:29:00 PM
    Hello Ingrid Never much for Xmas. However, This brought me closer. Thanks for your positive comments on my work. Richard Ferry

  1. Date: 12/29/2012 3:06:00 PM
    Ingrid this is brilliant, have a happy and peaceful New Year...David

  1. Date: 12/29/2012 11:24:00 AM
    Hello my dear sweet friend. and I am merry ...in my soul ever hopeful ever believing...ever true ever listening ...... Oh yes you. Those last 5 lines lift a soul like an air balloon. PS - I found a normal computer but it's still not the same. love that you are here. katerina

  1. Date: 12/29/2012 6:22:00 AM
    Very descriptive work that you have penned..Sara

  1. Date: 12/28/2012 3:48:00 PM
    very loevley write xoxo pd