Poetry Corner: Christmas is in The Air

BY GAVIN BOURKE

The air is so chilly and cold this time of year

sharp on the naked tongue

the dew drops frozen on the tips of the leaves

like icing sugar.

The moon cold in the deep black sky

the green grass crisp under the feet.

Cars go by in droves

their red taillights lighting up the cold air

like laser-beams.

They are starting to play

Christmas songs everywhere

which now feel unfamiliar

almost a year on

and a welcome change to the airwaves

full of joy and goodness

they seem wholly appropriate right now.

Folks are decorating their homes

the toy show has come and gone

and Santa is available in local shopping centres

for children eager to visit with their wish lists.

It really can only be

the start of the magical season

of Christmas

once again.

- Gavin Bourke