Christmas Time
The wheel of time makes seasons come and go
The touch of their fleeting footfall I feel
Through my life’s meadow they all saunter slow
Their attributes have distinctive appeal
Nature prints unique image they reveal.
The ashen autumn sky loses the glare
In the cold span of calm clumps of cloud crawl
The frosty dawn feels the chilled touch of air
Blowing through bush at winter’s arctic call
Across bare landscape with stripped trees of fall.
Winter has come on fading pale sunray
Spreads snow on auburn pastures of wasteland
Brought us the much awaited holiday
Of merry Christmas time so very grand
Children wait to get gifts from Santa’s hand.
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December 29, 2022
Syllable count : 10 per line (HMS)
Rhyme checked with RhymeZone.com
Contest : A Christmas Special
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