Some Illusions

by beeseeker

Winter dark drops its

Sharp-sudden chill

Like a heavy, studded cape

Across field, path and copse.

Moonrise wind grips

Our bones with

White-wolf fangs.

Northern rain will mate

With less-than-zero air

This December night:

Snow’s gentle manacles

Are coming to restrain us all.

But I have seen

Faith, hope and trust

In the eyes Of Christmas youngsters –

From behind the Beard and fairy mask –

For the first time.

There are some illusions,


That we should not

Rush to destroy.

2 Comments to “Some Illusions”

  1. Well done! Behind illusion the elusive truth . . .

  2. WOW, fabulous phrasing in this–great imagery.

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