Gazing up in the sky, I saw a bright light.
It was beauty I cannot deny, it was such a wonderful sight.
Then the moon hid behind the clouds
As if playing hide and seek.
Misty clouds acting like shrouds
Making the moon look sexy and chic.
It was a sight to behold, it was a sight to see
A story that needed to be told, about the moon and its beauty.
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…and it danced in the air
Happily it fell.
Slowly, gracefully, a piece amongst the many
The most special one fell on my cheeks
A cold kiss to warm my heart
On this holiday night
Hot cup or a mug to warm the hands, heart, and soul
Watching the foggy sunrise
With the ones closest to the heart.
I remember, I wished it was Christmas for the whole year
But how come it’s within that’s cold?
Could it be I miss somebody?
Could it be I miss him so?
I take a deep breath and sigh
Christmas shouldn’t be about goodbyes.
I miss you so, I really do
Oh brother, please come home!
My heart is aching so.
To see the snow flakes falling,
To see the lights sparkle like diamonds,
Hear Christmas carols,
Enjoy the season
Where people are nicer,
Kinder and happier.
I wished for December,
I wished for contentment, happiness,and love
All out of doors looked darkly in at him
Through the thin frost, almost in separate stars,
That gathers on the pane in empty rooms.
What kept his eyes from giving back the gaze
Was the lamp tilted near them in his hand.
What kept him from remembering what it was
That brought him to that creaking room was age.
He stood with barrels round him — at a loss.
And having scared the cellar under him
In clomping there, he scared it once again
In clomping off; — and scared the outer night,
Which has its sounds, familiar, like the roar
Of trees and crack of branches, common things,
But nothing so like beating on a box.
A light he was to no one but himself
Where now he sat, concerned with he knew what,
A quiet light, and then not even that.
He consigned to the moon, such as she was,
So late-arising, to the broken moon
As better than the sun in any case
For such a charge, his snow upon the roof,
His icicles along the wall to keep;
And slept. The log that shifted with a jolt
Once in the stove, disturbed him and he shifted,
And eased his heavy breathing, but still slept.
One aged man — one man — can’t keep a house,
A farm, a countryside, or if he can,
It’s thus he does it of a winter night.
– Robert Frost
The beautiful flower blossoms in the winter, strong and sure
No weather can whither it for it was meant to bring color
To a colorless world of white snow
The salmon makes its way home no matter how treacherous
It’ll swim against the current to reach is breeding ground
No grizzly bear can stop it from reaching its goal
Why should you worry about life and about your struggles?
No problem is ever too big to solve
Whatever your troubles are, it will have its end
It may not be the solution you are looking for
It may be even better than you expected
Do not worry too much, you will be alright
Face whatever hurddle like the flower that blossoms in winter
Or like the salmon that swims head on, not minding
You can make it, you’ll be alright