Counting BlessingsA Poem by Chris Shaw
when i walk in winter’s garden
past a cypress and green ivy down to where old seating’s lonely in a corner in the dark there i turn to face the red brick of my home and on the decking fairy lights look so inviting lifts the spirits soothes the heart hanging from the beams are lanterns table covered potted planting seasonal in reds and silvers festive dressing our delight where our young ones like to mingle where their laughter echoes loudly cold air cheered while breath condenses wrapped in layers stars shine bright count my blessings I am grateful for the gifts of all i’m given in a world that’s rocked by conflict marred by death destroyed the light where destruction and division blitzes flesh and hopes for future all while logs inside our burner blaze and spread their warmth at night © 2023 Chris ShawReviews
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30 Reviews Added on December 17, 2023 Last Updated on December 17, 2023 AuthorChris ShawBerkshire, United KingdomAboutAlbert, my paternal grandfather introduced me to Tennyson when I was nine. I have loved poetry ever since but did not attempt writing a single piece until I was 40. It's never too late to try somethin.. more..Writing
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