A seasonal sonnet (click the Play button below to hear the audio version):
December Eleventh, chill and misty morning
I sat with laptop, plagued with writer’s block
Our semi-precious baubles hung, adorning
The Christmas tree; I tried to write, ad hoc
A verse to grace a card to greet the season
But how could I avoid the trite cliché?
To angels I could give no rhyme nor reason
Christmas! Oh what was there left to say?
Just then a sign came down as heaven sent
The mist dispersed, sun filled the room with glory
As if our domesticity was lent
The magic of a new though ancient story
The supernatural was not involved
And yet my Christmas message had been solved.
A VERY HAPPY CHRISTMAS TO YOU ALL!