A Near Christmas Day

Schaumburg, Illinois

December 23, 1969

Not a poet

Yet oftentimes a word

A thought

Will cause my mind to

Spiral backwards

To the younger days

To the long gone

Younger days

When by a window

The vision

Of falling snow

Brought to life

Within the widened sphere of a streetlight

When by a window

I would stand transfixed

In the warmth of my home

While in the background

Children playing

Or watching TV

The scents of the kitchen

Bringing the sense of home to me

As I would watch the Sparkling

White accumulation building

Beneath the light of the Streetlight

“Honey,” my  beautiful wife would say

Then from the window I would turn

As my wife and the children

All the six of us

With our dogs expectantly

Standing nearby

Would sit

And talk

And laugh

As the sparkling white snow

Now widening to cover our World

Fell to earth

Outside the warmth of our home

On a near Christmas day

©December 3 2013 / Mark M. Lichterman