Tis The Season

After the laughter and excitement of today's merry troops vacated the kitchenI did too, to feel the powder-blue twilight tucking in the edges of the earth... Tis the season of powder-blue twilightLowered like soft flannel over earth’s sills Tis the season of pink-ribboned skylines Tossing mauve ambience over stark hills Tis the season of powder-blue twilightLowered like soft flannel over earth’s sillsTis the season of pink-ribboned skylinesTossing mauve ambience over stark hills Tis the season of ‘fresh from the oven’For cookie lovin’ kids like you and meTis the season of joy mixed with grievin’For faces missin’ where they used to be Tis the season of easin’ our hurryFor the fine reason of tasting todayTis the season of fluffy, white flurryDecking vast vistas once somber and gray Tis the season of love turned to givin’As thoughts turn Bethlehem-ward once againAs we reflect on a babe sent from HeavenTo be the Savior of the world. Amen Tis the season when we start to ponderWhat really matters in Bygone’s increaseTis the season of pure, childlike wonderAs we consider hope, love, joy and peace Tis the season of evergreen spiresHolly and mistletoe, silver and goldOf motley, merry, bundled angel choirsSinging the carols that never grow old Tis the season of green and red buttonsOn sugar snowmen and gingerbread dudsThis the season of turkey and stuffin’Poppin’ our buttons with gravy and spuds Tis the season of laughter’s sweet gladnessWhere sadness makes Christmas cheer sacred, ohTis the season of merchandise madnessTurned into gifts that say ‘I love you so’ Tis the season of tender surrenderAs the last month of another year poursThrough toasts and tributes and winter’s first splendorPowder-blue twilights on flannel white shores © Janet Martin