December

I walk these streets I have come to know Eerily silent Covered in snow. The stars are hidden The moon shines bright I could not sleep On this cold night. I stride past the tavern That serves up good cheer Still full of revelers It’s that time of year. I stroll past Victorians Festive Christmas trees in sight Candles in every window Every single luminary burning bright. I travel slowly past All the homes Of those I think I know Every home decorated gaily People putting on their holiday shows. And then I turn a corner And my own house grows ever near Its darkness hides the emptiness That I feel this time of year. Copyright Christine A Kysely November 30, 2010 (c) Copyright 2010 by Christine A Kysely, All Rights Reserved