Tis The Season Of Hope?
It is the season of hope, a season to be filled with family, love and joy.
Yet the chill of winter; the darkened gray days steal away at the bone.
The naked limbs of summer’s trees contrast against the dark low hanging clouds of the winter day.
The lights of Christmas past burn bright in windows now grown dark.
Whispers come in short burst upon the north wind; the evening sky stark.
Hope knocks lightly on the door, shadows dressed as memories dance silent in the hall.
Come ye merry gentleman…silent grows the night…
We wish you all a merry Christmas, and may all your days be bright.
Snow and candy canes; presents under the tree.
Fake smiles with false cheers; crowded stores with pretense glee.
Knock, knock comes hope; ding dong the bell does still ring.
Shadows still dance and the songs of yesterday in hearts sing.
Tis the season of hope, I hope.
As on unsure dreams I silently grope.
J. Allen Wilson © 12/17/2011