Christmas songs in November
bring me a melancholy message--
out of grasp,
but within my sight.
Like so many things in this life.
Can Christmas come sooner
and bring a goodwill year ‘round?
A message,
A promise.
Forgotten like sketches in a broken drawer.
A frosty evening will come
with a snows blanket on the city,
and muffle
the bustle,
wrapping blurring winds among the buildings.
And then it will pass.
Melting away all memories
of a peace,
of a cause,
and a fire will return to the island.
-G.B.
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