Season's End

How sad it is
 when all the ornaments are ungowned
 and the decorations that once abound
 are boxed  lights and tree taken down.

Suddenly a quiet comes 
 after everything is put away and done,
 an emptiness slips in and to rest life succumbs.

All the carols sung are stilled
 and a silence remains unfulfilled,
 empty spaces lay where packages were filled.

Another year is on the horizon
 ending the old less enterprising
 open to what may be more energizing.

In the background easily forgotten
 packing up the bows and cotton
 is found a remaining filled stocking
 with treasures and dreams still knocking.

Hold tight to the joy and laughter of the season
 no one knows what futures life is kneading
 and as the season comes to its deletion
 the spirit lives just around the wonder in believing.

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