Skies have turned to a pale, winter grey,
A bitter cold frost now hangs in the air.
On sleds and toboggans, little ones play,
Sliding downhill with the wind in their hair.
People scurry in malls to find the perfect gift,
To surprise their loved ones under the tree.
Windows decorated, for holiday spirits they lift.
Yet the best of all gifts is to spend time with me.
With family visits and good friends at our door,
We share fun times and memories of those we lost.
Lingering at food feasts till we cannot eat more,
Tomorrow we will worry about calories and cost.
The solstice now upon us darkens our way,
Time to look inward and shed what has broken.
Nights are now longer, while shorter is our day.
Our plans to share aloud into the universe spoken.
At night, there's a sense of calmness and grace.
Quiet beauty and peace spread over the view.
Bare black trees are covered in winter's lace,
While the ground shimmers in crystals of dew.
For here in this wonderland, we find our present.
Don't miss a moment for it soon will be gone.
Treasure each moment and emotions so pleasant.
For soon, the new year will bring a new dawn.
©2015 Carol Gregoire
A poem about winter, the holidays, nostalgia, and the time right before the new year.