There are Some Illusions …

Winter dark drops its
Sharp-sudden chill
Like a heavy, studded cape
Across field, path and copse.
Moonrise wind grips
Our bones with
White-wolf fangs.

Northern rain will mate
With less-than-zero air
This December night:
Snow’s gentle manacles
Are coming to restrain us all.

But I have seen
Faith, hope and trust
In the eyes
Of Christmas youngsters –
From behind the
Beard and fairy mask –
For the first time.

There are some illusions,
That we should not
Rush to destroy.


3 thoughts on “There are Some Illusions …

  1. Love the images in this poem

  2. Thank you for visiting my blog, which led me back to yours. I really like this. Gorgeous imagery – especially ‘snow’s gentle manacles’.

    • beeseeker says:

      Hello and thanks for dropping by – hope you will be back again, things change quite often here.
      Your own blog is good too, I came across it following a link – I love that aspect of teh blogosphere, never quite knowing where you end up, what you will discover … from the safety of a screen.
      Take care.

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