Can you see . . .
homes alight with holiday cheer
stars and angels atop yule tide trees,
shoppers bustling, carolers singing
couples kissing ‘neath mistletoe,
gingerbread men snuggling in Christmas tins.
Can you see . . .
bell ringers seeking donations
people laughing, rushing by,
widowers staring out windows
dabbing eyes as snow fills air,
crumpled souls cowering on sewer grates.
Marking time . . .
advent wreaths lit each week
expectations for blessings dear.
Homeless shelters filled each night
bed fitful sleepers dreading dawn
when same day starts anew.
Photo: Christmas tree of my childhood. Amaya asks us to write a poem for dVerse, the virtual pub for poets, using Apostrophe as a literary device. Addressing someone within the poem.
lillian the home poet 
Christmas has become a time where we mostly care about ourselves… if we could just see the others
LikeLiked by 1 person
There are many ways to mark time. I remember putting tinsel on a Christmas tree. Your photo reminds me that I rarely see that today.
LikeLike
That is the holiest thing about the light. He sees everyone from the fanciful to the forlorn. And thank you, Lillian, for seeing us all too.
LikeLike