I haven’t shared any poetry lately so thought I would take month of December to put that right. Each weekend until the run up to Christmas I’ll share a poem that resonate with the season. I came across this in a book of Christmas poetry I bought recently. It seemed appropriate on a weekend when many will be collecting and decorating trees. There is sometime magical about the ritual of going to collect the tree and I like the sentiment of this poem by Maureen Haslehurst, which I think captures it well. I hope you enjoy it too.
Christmas at Four Winds Farm by Maureen Haslehurst
When the tambourines tinkle of ice on the moor
and the winter moon white as a bone
my grandad and his father set out to bring Christmas home.
A wild winter wizard had grizzled the gorse
and spangled the splinter sharp leaves,
when the light of their wind-swinging lantern
found a magical Christmas tree.
From the glittering town at the end of the dale
the carols grew sweeter and bolder
as my granddads smiling father
carried Christmas home on his shoulder
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