The wind carries soft whispers
that winter has preserves for me.
The morning sun opens its eyes,
Rays struggle to see through the fog.
The snow continues to prepare
for the sledge, that shall prick
the heart to deliver the bounty
for the eyes that wait here.
Small eyes begin to shine again;
It's time to hold your dreams
and harbor hopes. The divine courier
is never too busy.
Before opening the wrap, I Shall
ask my questions, if I'm permitted
time. I've Heard the queue is
getting longer by the day.
A lighted tree echoes with smiles
as expectation takes birth. The mind
searches through the stacked
wants and desires.
A beam opens thought into points
where no sunlight reaches.
A thousand splendid suns illuminate
spirit's dark alleys.
14th December 2009
Awell crafted poem, you set up the setting for a Xmas eve, all with well lit tree, and hopes soaring, pondering over Santa's plight. the last stanza a beam opens thoughts into points where no sunlight reaches. A thousand splendid suns illuminate spirit's dark alleys this stanza is open to multiple interpretations, hall mark of a great poet. Merry xmas and a happy new year. Mamta
great poem with a great ending thank the lord for xmas for giving work to far away poor putting silver balls in little bags for little faces with little smiles and a merry xmas to you too Nik++++10 regards
This is a beautiful and sensitive look into the heart of Christmas. Sweet and thoughtfully written. Warm Wishes,
Great imagery, a heart warming poem, hope you had a great Christmas, and it can be sled or sledge (same meaning) 10 Lynda xx
What a beautiful poem Nik! ! I gave it a 10! You are extremely talented. =)
A belated MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU AND FAMILY DEAR NIKSSSSSSS good write -10 anjali
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well merry christmas to you too good write