Yesterday, while taking a much-needed break to
refocus on writing-related endeavors, I came across this
post by fellow writer and blogger Tabatha Yeatts. I recognized a kindred spirit
in Tabatha and especially love the poem that she shared, which I am "resharing"
below. Thanks so much, Tabatha, for introducing me to this lovely, soothing poem!
Reflections on a Scottish Christmas
by Johnny Cunningham
by Johnny Cunningham
The dark of winter wraps around us tight.
The lamps are fired, and flickering light
beats time to the fiddle as notes float softly down, like the years' first snow.
While outside the window a blast of late December wind
whistles harmony to the drone of the pipes.
We push the old year back against the wall
so we can dance a jig for Christmas and welcome in the new.
The lamps are fired, and flickering light
beats time to the fiddle as notes float softly down, like the years' first snow.
While outside the window a blast of late December wind
whistles harmony to the drone of the pipes.
We push the old year back against the wall
so we can dance a jig for Christmas and welcome in the new.
So on this Christmas Eve, I wish you all a little
more “Silent Night” and a little less “Fa la la la la.” Merry Christmas, Happy Chanukah,
Joyous Kwanzaa, or whatever else you and your loved ones may be celebrating
this week! And Happy Writing!