The stars are faded now, black of night gone,
turning to pewter and then a soft blue--
sunrise in a few minutes, in morning quiet;
pink, now orange, and soon, the brilliance of our sun lighting the hills,
moving down to the fields and the rooftops—
frost on trees and grass and fenceposts soon to melt
the day beginning
oh, so slowly, so quietly
in peace.
The house quiet, Christmas tomorrow
anticipation today
music again of Christmases past
memories of joys and family,
traditions and simple pleasures
in the coming together and sharing simple gifts
of love and play and song
of lighting a candle and watching the warmth
moving outward
one heart to another.
12/09 Neal Lemery
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