Alone on Christmas Day.

Cold though the nights and colder still the day,

The months of winter pass with snow and rain.

The leaden skies hang low, full bellied grey,

And cast their sodden shadow bare and plain.

Dark’ning days of winter chill to the bone

And underline the forced solitude.

Those lonely thoughts, that turn to thoughts of home

When home is where a smile a friend includes.

However much I walk this narrow path,

And scorn the company of other men

When skies are blue and daisies nod their heads;

When winter howls the lonely days that last,

Then sadness yearns for company again

Close woven life frays into single threads.

© CP Brooks, 31/03/08