The Gift

The skies are cold and grey today With winds in constant wayward sway. A melancholy November Ushers soon a cold December. A time to contemplate and write A poet's view filled with insight Into a world where dreams come true, Where hopes are high and sorrows few There dwells that optimistic hope, A faith instilled to help us cope, For in today's reality If not for faith, insanity Grows like a weed in garden's keep, Spreads choking and devours our sleep. What can a lowly poet do To grace us with a rainbow's hue? I meditate and bless the Earth In gratitude of our Lord's birth And with each serene breath I take I know of love that won't forsake. 1-4-18 Poem of the Day November 30, 2017 Thank you Poetry Soup Team! Any Couplet Written in October-November 2017 - Poetry Contest - 10th Placement Sponsor Laura Loo