Advent Calendar

Black and white Advent calendar I will make you red and green Haven't you heard the red oleander Dropping its last leaf for December sheen Growing up with bullets in the Taliban Blood spills into the streets of Kashmir Still the Calendar craves and calls for Gold, Frankincense and balmy myrrh Whenever the birds are all gone Open the crimson card door See, when the star will return As the Bethlehem angels soar In the centre of the white frost In every cube of icy story Look at the pink loving bouquet Smiling to greet the glory I do remember the pine tree I had planted on such a day So that he can keep green Whether December or May He will come he will come Chocolate of assurance in every window Tender palms and the face handsome Soft yellow with sunrise glow Advent box of twenty-fourth December Leads me to the Angel moonlight Echoes of the Migdal Eder Shining star in the ebony night What is in the last box Christmas tree or red cherry? I kept waiting with wonder Like the child like strawberry A photo came out depicting Jesus Almost as a man like we are With personality as the Mount Everest And a heart with cucumber care We will light the waiting candles Deck up spirited Christmas trees Lay our ears to the vibrant voice I come back with the Christmas breeze The voice rises from the seas and rivers Also from the stars above In spite of bullets and pistols What prevails are his wounds of love '______________________________________ 13/12/2018 Originally published in all poetry.com Sharing with soup friends here