Nothing

Like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle,
Ivory diamonds fall from the sky;
Individual flights of fancy swirl
From the heavens, floating around me,
Joining the ever-growing tapestry
Glistening in splendor beneath me.

I see nothing.

The streets echo with the sound of ringing bells;
Carolers lift their voices
To the snow-swollen sky,
Bringing cheer to each hearth and
Joy to passers-by.

I hear nothing.

Spices fill the air with cinnamon and clove;
The subtle scent of poinsettias is everywhere.

I smell nothing.

Sweetmeats of all kinds tantalize my tongue,
My mouth is full of cider and
Cookies of every shape and size.

I taste nothing.

Families and friends cluster
In homes and offices
With season’s greetings and
Warm, fuzzy sentiments.

I feel nothing.

It is the Christmas season,
Where never should be heard
A discouraging word
Or any thought that conveys
Wounded feelings.

I say nothing.

© 2006 by Robert E. Blackwell