CG (The thirties / Rangiora, New Zealand)

Christmas Day (Rondeau)

It's Christmas Day. I wake so pleased to see
a sky of blue and sunlight on the tree.
I'll be alone but know now I'll get by.
Nature will color my soul and I won't cry.
It's Christmas Day.

I spun one thread to create a family.
Grown and ill he cannot come to me.
I wait and wish his pain was just a lie.
It's Christmas Day.

Life doesn't agree to what it's meant to be.
Untidy notes destroy its melody.
I'll work my poems then later with a sigh
walk slowly to the beach and there I'll fly
with the gulls and wind, then fold into the sea.
It's Christmas Day.

Surfers Paradise, Australia

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caroline, this is a very beautiful poem. It moved me and I enjoyed reding over and over. There is a silent sadness mixed with a subtle hapiness which is hard to explain but portrayed perfectly.
such a beautiful poem the lyric soaring the joy ever present even sadness here yields to the mystery of Nature's purpose a fine poem