To Die For

Branches frosted in ice Wonderland magic waiting in awe to thaw Pink blossoms ready to surpass hibernation Spring in their timeless steps Candle wax waned The Little Drummer boy back in his box Wrapped in kind tinsel for resurrection Illumination darkened Nutcrackers remain Shells of Christmas foreshadow and abandoned Reality calls for beating another lonely retreat Granny back at the nursing home Outsourced happiness Spoon fed dribbles ooze onto parched kerchiefs The turnings of life confined to a wheel chair Business fast as usual Reindeers on holiday Santa's temporary visa faded and expired An immigrant nurse from foreign shores Gives love and caresses Crossroads once more New Year is dawning to the spin of the earth The token Jesus nailed and forgotten leaves A silhouette on the wall Another chance wasted Forgotten resolve scripted in blood and in vain Soldiers will march again for irreverent fortune Guns frosted in ice 27th December 2019