Christmas Rolls Around Again

barn sundial

The Sands of Time, as snowflakes sifting,

fall through fingers empty, cold;

minutes pass as smoke-clouds drifting,

clutching tight just makes them bold.

Year grows old, on shaky legs

he makes his rounds down Memory Lane;

seconds tick to final dregs

as Christmas rolls around again.

10 comments on “Christmas Rolls Around Again

  1. Debbie says:

    I can’t believe it’s time for Christmas . ..and that another year has passed. Denial? πŸ™‚ Thanks for bringing it all home to me!

  2. RoSy says:

    Only a week away. Still – so much to do!

  3. Your prairie snow really does look like sands of time! I love how you caught that barn in behind, and I love your poem’s opening line. Seriously I could not figure out how to say this without a rhyme!!! πŸ™‚
    Blessings ~ Wendy

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