A Poem For Candlemas Poem by Dean Bottomley

A Poem For Candlemas



The cozy feel of Christmas still lingers in the air
Though tree and present wrappings are long gone to the tip.
Some gifts were very welcome, but other cast aside.
A Simpson mug thats awful, a tie you can’t abide.

There’s Snowdrops in the verges; surrounded by the frost:
A hint that Spring is coming, not anchored in the past.
The rain and frost and gale wind are not defeated yet.
But there is hope arising, despite some dreary days.

The stable now is empty, the crib all wrapped and stored.
Babe is born, and carol sung; another year has dawned.
We now look for Easter, with Good Friday in the way.
A moment of tremendous grief, then eternal joy!

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