An icy blanket coats the ground
The sidewalks and the trees
And laughter rings out on the hills
As far as eye can see
The snowballs fly across the street
And in the quiet back
The outline of an angel’s wings
Is off the beaten track
The sleds are racing down the hill
Up to the asphalt road
And in great waterproofed boots
The well prepared have strode
But now as day has turned to night
There’s still chill in the air
And fog’s descended from above
To shroud views of elsewhere
There’s quiet in those streets of white
The frozen landscape still
Until the morn, there all is calm
Despite the Winter chill
Millenia ago there was
Another silent night
To shake foundations of the earth
And make it once more right
All it took was the chance writing of “all is calm” and suddenly yet another poem gets a stanza added that somehow ties back to Advent.
That is the fun thing about writing these fast and seeing where they go: sometimes they go somewhere unexpected.