The Winding Days Poem by Randy McClave

These are the winding days
Into which we give both hope and praise,
One year winding down, and another winding up
Emotions and redemption are in an overflowing cup.

We wipe away the dust and the past
But, we always keep the memories amassed,
Those few days of wonder, sadness, excitement and cheer
Are the days after Christmas, and before a new year.

So, let us sing and reflect and always remember
On these last few days of December,
This is the period where deep thought lays
These are called, the winding days.

Randy L. McClave