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2014 in review

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Did they know it was Christmas.

The blue tit didn’t know.
she was eating, swinging about,
feeding a tiny mouse below,
she didn’t know was there.

Starlings gathered,
chattering round the table,
unconcerned.

A great tit watched from a bare branch,
oblivious.

Our resident blackbird cocked her head
in wonderment,
paying careful attention to something,
listening.

Dunnocks and the wren
popped in and out of the hedge,
searching.

All the while, the robin sat
on the old plant pot,
carolling.
Maybe she knew.

Elaine Morris (c) December 2014.

In Silence

The dark, stark, stones of memory and grief
stand row upon row, yet each one alone,
silently rooted in the frozen cold earth.
Lovingly bedecked with flowers,
poinsettia and holly.
Recalling precious memories
of Christmas’ gone by.

Elaine Morris (c) December 2012.

Winter Celebration

Slowly, silently, darkness lengthens,
moonlight twinkles on snow covered ground.
Red berried holly, mistletoed oak,
sparkling landscapes, glistening trees.
Jupiter shines, the world is waiting.
Holly King weakens ready to rest.
Deep in the earth new life is stirring.
Solstice is here, re-birth of the sun.
Pink dawn awakens, the Oak King reigns.
Bring in the Yule tree, the evergreen,
the continuing cycle of life.

Elaine Morris (c) December 2012.

Christmas Inconvenience. (by popular request)

I spend all my time in summer
dancing in the trees.
When autumn comes I build a home
from falling golden leaves.
Then winter frost brings icicles
to decorate my home,
and snow that covers doorways
to protect me from the cold.
I just get well adjusted
and no longer feel the chill,
when I’m taken from my comfort.
Snatched against my will.
They take me to their home
where everything is cosy
and put me up to top a tree.
I’m flushed, my cheeks are rosy.
There’s nothing comfortable at all
up where the candle flickers,
sitting here all Christmas long
with a fir tree up my knickers.

Elaine Morris (c) December 2014

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