Certainty for Friend Alex

poem in envelope sestets

 

 

Certainty

 

The fairy dust Jack Frost has cast

 across the rooftops liberally.

Now twinkles in the orange glow

Recalling scenes from long ago.

Scenes from my childhood now long past

I still remember vividly.

 

The softer glow from the gas lights,

 not orange but a greenish hue.

A thousand ,thousand points of light

like tiny stars they were so bright.
I used to love the winter nights

 and must confess that I still do.

 

I did not use to mind the cold

Then I was young now I grow old.

So I prefer to stay inside

 and watch the frost forming outside.

Appreciate the beauty show

from where I’m dry and warm. I know.

 

that old age does not come alone

My aging joints reminding me.

To only go out if I must

 Be wary of the fairy dust

and when I do to wrap up warm

Then I will come to no great harm.

 

Jack Frost will sprinkle fairy dust

 long after I am dead and gone.

I must enjoy it while I may

 it almost turns the night to day.

His is a promise I can trust

the sparkling frost will linger on.

 

28-Nov-08

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