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