Icy blustery winds sweep across the road <br />carrying the last leaves of autumn gold <br />into piles and drifts of yellow and muddied brown. <br />Cars speed by the crinkled branches <br />laid bare by winter cold and ice with squirrels <br />finding refuge in boughs carved with age <br />into homes of wood, like caves. <br />I travel on to find my abode <br />a haven of rest sheltered from the wind and cold <br />with windows on the winter world <br />that outside continues to swim and swirl <br />with busy bustling shoppers weighed down with bags <br />and mothers with laden prams <br />and scarves that twizzle out behind. <br />Children excited call out <br />as a red bus comes round about <br />and as darkness descends the Christmas lights <br />twinkle in the dark sky night <br />adorning trees and windows bright with <br />strange figurines of sleighs with reindeer, <br />sack bearing portly men in red <br />and a snowman, with hat on head. <br /> <br />Inside I dream a dream <br />of pure white snow <br />in still, unmoving air <br />falling gently with no sound <br />and stars that in night sky <br />dance and twinkle in my eyes. <br />A moon so bright it <br />lights up passing clouds <br />and casts their shadows <br />on the ground <br />and in a mysterious wonderland <br />of silence and unbounded peace <br />You come to me <br />and all my Christmas wishes are fulfilled <br />in that magic moment <br />when time stands still <br />and I have no place to lay my head <br />I remember, a simple manger for Your bed.<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/christmas-scene/
