Happy Christmas to all our friends and family.
Especially this year to my Mum who is 90 years old today, and to our wonderful grandchildren Gemma, Dustin, Jordan, and Lewis!
In the time of the dying of the leaves,
when summer’s solace is a memory passed,
and deepening shadows of evening cast
their pall ‘cross rich man’s roof and beggar’s eaves,
colours primary, raw, blast out a last
spectacular fanfare: embroidered sleeves
to counterpoint the widow’s darkling weeds
shows off to the night no matter how vast
eternity approaching, no matter
no one escapes the black hole’s pull of doom,
and each lifes’ cloth will be cut from the loom,
no matter this, ‘tis only now that matters;
the now that paints the tree with red and gold,
regrets nothing, wants only to stay old.