Under Snowglow

As the festive period approaches, it is time to put the horrors of the world to one side for a while. With that in mind, I publish below a Christmas poem I wrote many years ago, when I was much younger and had never even heard of the phrase - ‘The New World Order.’ Ah, the bliss of innocence and ignorance!

Under Snowglow

By the fire glow,

We watch the snowglow,

Those twirling, swirling flakes

Like drifting, magic dust,

Transforming lives and landscapes,

Concrete slabs and brick facades,

Softened, smoothed and snow-wrapped.

Shivering, skeletal, naked tree,s

Fleshed and clothed in skins

And suits of winter white

And the darkest night

Illuminated by the glow

Of spectral snow light.

We smile as the warmth

Of Christmas snow, grows

And flows and floods our souls.

In the ghostly garden where leaves

Of green have shed themselves for icy

Foliage, glowing white, our snow sculpture

Stirs from beneath the flurry of falling flakes

Sprinkled from on high, from heaven’s cold, clear

Crisp, Christmas sky. The snowman smiles a while,

A special yuletide snow smile, glowing from within

With the spirit the winter season brings, but now we

Must say goodnight to the man in white, smiling

Under silver starlight, our silent sentinel of snow.

To bed we go until tomorrow, guided silently

Into slumberland and kissed goodnight by

The lambent touch of magic moonlight

And the soft, shine of snowglow

To awaken to a world

Of winter-white wonder

And say a Christmas day hello

To our smiling man of snow.