Holiday hustle
Dawn to dusk rich commotion
Signs of the season
Good food and shopping
Joy of friends and loved ones
Bright lights on the tree
Lovely potpourri
Overpowers my poet
She’s hibernating
Poet will awake
When dark depths of winter come
And stillness returns
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Beautiful!
Thanks, dear Lynn.
most welcome xxxxx
You can’t keep a good bard down. See you soon ☀️
Ah, but for the distractions of the season 🙂 Nice
Thanks, Eric.
I’m waiting for the stillness of January, too.
I fondly remember the excitement and hectic scrambling of preparations to make Christmas memorable – but we haven’t been able to do that for some years now – we just set out the crèche and have a quiet dinner, remembering
Your celebration re-members the first Christmas and the silent night when Jesus was born. It touches my heart.
A lovely jaunt through the festivities Ina, but I hope you get that stillness you need for the muse to return!
Thanks, Andrea. I’m already catching glimpses of her and making notes. ❤
Yes.
Aw, thanks, Bill. 🙂
Our Christmas is quiet now, with our empty nest. No tree now, two years but I put up the creche and hang cards, and a few lit houses. My bustle was last week, sending out packages to the kids.
I hope your hibernation is restful and peaceful. Happy Christmas Viv, and thank you for all your visits and comments, means a lot to me
This is my sixth Christmas back where my children, grandchildren and former husband live. I live alone but near to family. I have a tiny toy tree with lights. This is the best holiday yet! I want to write about it but don’t know where to start. Best wishes to you, Pleasant, for a Merry Christmas. I love your most original writing.
Nice to find another haiku lover . I’m now a follower. Life and poetry-writing flow in and out of each other, to both their benefits, I think. Don’t know if you saw my little Haiku, which I change only b/c i can’t quite remember it: I feel so absurd! / caught while humming jingle Bells / January 3rd!
Glad to meet you, too. Thanks for visiting my blog and following.