Poem: Holidays in Gray

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All this grayness
Covered in white
Rust now barely protrudes
From beneath
A frozen glaze
All this dust and dirt
Made clean
And gone
Like the sun

Charming scenes
Like Christmas cards
Fool us
Peace and goodwill
To few men
The rest pay cash

Some of us
Don’t have merriment
Instead
Loneliness
In graying days
And longer nights
Just emptiness
Filled with stuff
Hoping it’s meaningful
When no-one notices

No solace here
Just hidden
In side streets
Plowed in
By passing snow removal
All this effort and strain
And frozen shovels
Only to start again

No chestnuts roasting
No partridge in pear tree
Just isolation
Numbed by cold
Thawed no more
The end of the year
Is near
I fear

©2013 James Takeo

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