The Last Winter

This is not a Christmas poem, it's a poem about wintertime.

People are sending and receiving gifts and letters

Some are visiting their loved ones in late December

It is the coldest but happiest season of the year

 

Shoppers are in the supermarkets and the stores

Greeting cards and wrapping papers are on the racks

And everyone is pushing a trolley full of groceries

 

Taxicabs are zooming up and down the busy streets

Some people are just lingering on the sidewalks

They are all wearing woolly sweater and fluffy mittens

 

Sleigh bells are ringing all over the neighbourhood

And pairs of agile horses are pulling shiny sleds

Little children are running and playing in the snow

 

Two bottles of red wine are chilling in the refrigerator

A fruit cake and a jug of sorrel are on the table

And the spicy turkey in the oven sure smells good!

 

There is an old fireplace to warm my hands and feet

Is it so cosy in the wintertime all around the world?

I suppose it depends on the tradition of the people

 

As I look at the picture of my beloved on the wall,

I reflect on the last winter we held each other’s hand

And I hear a choir singing a carol in the cathedral

Author's Note

Have fun, readers.

Reviews

[Relic]

You've described a perfect scene Poet. This has all the earmarks of a beautiful winter as good as any painting.

I must add that ending is sad. When we lose someone they are always in our minds at such a time.

Well done. :)

[Poet Pittinix]

Thank you very much for the review.