Thursday, November 18, 2010

A carpet for the King

A carpet for the King

Advent announced the carpet is laid;
a million gold-brown joys
smother colding grasses.

Winter hides around the turn of days,
its cold beckoning
an ambush for fading light.
Winds trumpet changes -
scolding tarrying clouds
and spreading the royal mat
to forgotten corners.

These are not palm leaf welcome
hiding bitterness in their greeting.
These are bitter days
heralding the warmth
of Christmas love.


Anonymous said...

Love that last verse--how beautiful!

Cami said...

I agree, I find it very affirming; comforting!