Footprints In The Snow – A Poem For Christmas

Footprints in the snow
Lovers' kiss under the mistletoe
On the tree, the lights do shine
Once again, it is Christmas time

In the church, the sound of a choir
While up above, the moon climbs higher
Stockings hanging, gifts all wrapped
The sound of Santa, sleigh all stacked

Carrots for Rudolph, a sherry for Gran
A bottle of something for Uncle Stan
As midnight approaches, the world falls asleep
And in the morning, the snow will be deep

No more shopping; those socks will do
Nobody will guess what I got for you
As Christmas approaches, a new year awaits
Wise men wondering what stars hold their fate.
Photo of a snow meadow with footprints in the snow.
Can you see footprints in the snow?

Did you see some Corgis playing in the snow in the above video? I wonder who they are?

I used the ‘Verse’ block rather than the paragraph block for my poem. I think it gives poetry a much better look on a blog post.

Do you use the ‘Verse’ block if you’re a poet and publish poetry on your blog?

I’m not a lover of poetry. It’s one of the most complex forms of writing that eludes me. Yet, ‘Footprints In The Snow’ was among my earliest posts on Hugh’s Views And News.

It got a few likes and comments, so I thought I’d give it another airing, given that my blog now has a broader audience.

Since ‘Footprints In The Snow’ was published in December 2014, my poetry cogs have remained frozen. Not even summer heatwaves have thawed them.

Poetry, quite simply, remains a mystery to me.

What do you find most challenging to write?

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Gateway – #writephoto

I write poetry infrequently, but this idea came to me when I saw Sue Vincent’s #writephoto prompt at Daily Echo.

Before you read the poem, please be assured that I am very well, enjoying life, and haven’t touched a drop…yet.

This is the gateway to heartache

This is the gateway to my soul

This is the gateway to all of me

My thoughts, my secrets, my control.

Don’t enter this gateway

Don’t put a foot inside

For what will wake up and confront you

Will be sadness, my tears, not joy.

Find me a lock and find me the key

So I can protect you from all that is me

Build up a brick wall and pass me on by

So, this gateway to nightmares will no longer horrify.

I think it shows that these photo and writing challenges are a brilliant way to bring out the unusual in my writing.

I rarely write poetry because it is challenging, so I’d love to know what you think of this rare attempt.

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