Calm descends within the rain <br />Seagulls bellow as wet tires rush <br />Onwards and upwards <br />Forging new destinations <br />Pushing unknown humans home <br />Christmas morning is not as black as expected <br />Not as cruel as dreaded <br />Not as white as hoped <br />No its just as grey a day <br />As any other <br /> <br />Where the mist loiters to shield the non believer from gazing up <br />Searching for exceptional stars <br />Tangerine lights in blocks of flats betray the restless <br />Cracks in the clouds display the hope that <br />It shall be a fine winters day <br />A disabled vehicle parked outside brings thoughts, many thoughts rushing through as insignificant snippets rearing and dying <br />Pushed out by a fresh new revelation <br /> <br />The fridge humms <br />The sister sleeps <br />And me, my mind scurries all over the world to friends <br />My friends <br />And i smile <br />I am lucky <br />Really <br />It is indeed a fine day christmas day<br /><br />karen sinclair<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/fine-christmas/
