The Gifts I am Given

The mirror  that I look

at myself in is

old

dark

fractured

wavy

distorted

~ Humanities Historians

~ Humanities Historians
The painter expresses through brush

The sculptor through hand

The Poet through page and pen

All gifting to humanity

Their very core, essence

Christmas Wish

If only
Every gift
Around Christmas trees
Could turn into
The time
You spend
With me,
I would never

December

Well what a month, busy for sure –
Buying the presents, the food and more.
I’ve cleaned the house and made the beds
And decked the tree with balls of red.

The cards were sent in the very last post
Maybe this year I’ve sent the most?
The gifts are wrapped, although I confess
Rather hurried so a bit of a mess!