Saturday, 7 December 2013

Let Him in







For now,

the winter.

Those incredible evening skies

that if I'm lucky,

I catch for around two minutes

on my way home from work.

Kathryn Jenkins singing

on the CD player in the car.

Her voice,

oh her voice.

My heart full of Christmas words

sights,

sounds.

Merry. Bright. Twinkle.

December.

 One month in the year

when the world seems

softer,  Kinder.

For now,

winter.







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