Original Poetry and Stories
Our Midi Musicbox *
Save Cookie?  
Forgot Password?


by Walter Jones (Age: 71)
copyright 12-17-2011

Age Rating: 7 +


Treads of snow

glowing candles

fresh love

wrapped tight

light falls

beams to know

all is till

each tells

gone again

spirit rest

Christmas lives

my heart is full

Visitor Reads: 542
Total Reads: 554

Author's Page
Email the Author
Add a Comment

Comments on this Article/Poem:
Click on the commenter's name to see their Author's Page

        01-04-2012     Frank Fields        

Some time past, in a different world seems like, a different reality of sure, little children's squeal of delight and happiness seeing what the tree had birthed. A house filled with love and sharing, Christmas lived, my heart was full, but all now is gone, save the memory. My thanks for opening that door, allowing what once was to be, again, what is.

Frank :)

        12-18-2011     Susan Brown        

Good Morning Walter,
Under a mid December sky, twenty-nine years ago, I looked through an ice cold window and found the true meaning of Christmas. Were you standing in the shadow that day? Personally, this short little piece is very comforting to read. Today, celebration is what its all about. Did you scrip this for those of us once dangling very much like an ornament, reflecting, on the process of crossing back over, into the real? At the break of this new dawn, I can only smile, to think, perhaps you did.
Many thanks,

left curlique right curlique
About PnP Privacy Points Terms of Service Banners Contact Us F.A.Q