A poem about snow, oldness, and birth for new year 2018
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Hard and crusty snow.
It’s 2 degrees below
In the backyard where
Only bundled children tread
Trailing ribbons and scarves of red.
The living room tree bows and sheds
Where last week week Santa left a dolly bed.
Toasts in egg nog or prosecco
Are memory of Christmas revels.
Can you still hear the carols’ echos?
Despite cold and old - the new again.
In love and birth - the new year ordains
A chance, a life, a hope to thrive -
Listen, the newborn's cry - it fills our lives
The frozen tired world revives.
Happy New Year; Blessings in 2018
Mary Lou Ashur MD
Hard and crusty snow.
It’s 2 degrees below
In the backyard where
Only bundled children tread
Trailing ribbons and scarves of red.
The living room tree bows and sheds
Where last week week Santa left a dolly bed.
Toasts in egg nog or prosecco
Are memory of Christmas revels.
Can you still hear the carols’ echos?
Despite cold and old - the new again.
In love and birth - the new year ordains
A chance, a life, a hope to thrive -
Listen, the newborn's cry - it fills our lives
The frozen tired world revives.
Happy New Year; Blessings in 2018
Mary Lou Ashur MD
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