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TODAY’S POEM

THE HOLIDAYS

Sunshine scampers in the rain, whose sounds

like music fill the air, while leaves in mounds

of gold declare, the tapestry of fall.

And far from where I stand, my thoughts are found.

I float as leaves upon a breeze. I’m called

to time to come: When winter has installed

itself and warmth comes not from fire, but friends

and loved ones in a house enthralled.

The gathering of those I love, that mends

the pain of bonds stretched thin, to then attend

the souls, by longing eyes too long unseen

and brings renewal to the best we each intend.

It’s there my thoughts go now, as I have been

too long in waiting for that time serene.

That precious peace that stays when all are gone

and lives within, ‘til next we can convene.