After Xmas

By Katherine

Vast soft clouds move slowly past the trees

Call this a wind? It’s just Christmas breeze.

On the ground the patterned paper lies

Torn away too quickly with sharp cries

Are we so bereft we cannot wait?

We must begin again, it’s not too late

Xmas comes and goes and so do we

All is satisfactory I see

The blackbird hides inside the rose marie

Like the flowers so wild they live now free