The Monthly Watt - December 2016 Issue

Poem: That White Christmas

Written by our wonderful guest writer: FrzenFlame provided by our affiliate: 123poetry

Looking back,

I saw my boots leave a trail 

On the path enveloped by snow. 

But I had to get the mail- 

The one thing that mattered the most.

 The faint shimmer,

 Of the lights worn by the trees 

Showered me with hope.

 Maybe this year, Maybe this time 

Christmas would be rolled up in joy, 

With bonfires, food and love. 

 Watching the lanterns float up,

 I also watched the snowflakes fall

 Numbing my cold body. 

The carols were echoing around, 

Trying to force me to stop and listen

 But I focussed on the box that glistened-

 Red and white and glowing with pure whiteness 

Holding my happiness inside it. 

 Opening the box, 

I felt the familiar feeling cross, 

I felt the familiar fading,

 Of my mind closing away... 

For one last time on this white Christmas. 

 My fingers shook,

 And my eyes were hooked.

 But I knew I had to go... 

Because my heart was freezing 

All over again. 

 I glanced one last time 

At the letter box- 

void and dark. 

It'll be a Christmas without you,

 And not even a letter from you,

 As always... since the past five years.

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Wasn't this just a wonderful and beautiful Christmas poem?  I hope you enjoyed it, because here at the Monthly Watt we certainly did.  Thank you FrzenFlame!  Visit her profile page by clicking on her username.  Thank you and we in the Monthly Watt wish you a very, Merry Christmas!!!       ['ᴥ']