Introspection fills my mind
on my walk from woods to home this eve
of all the loved ones left behind
leaving me alone to grieve.
Stars appear slowly one by one.
I hunch my shoulders from the cold.
Another day has come and gone
as both the year and I grow old.
I turn left when I reach the road.
Each step and pain from my bad back
adds substance to my darkening mood.
Are best of times over for me?
I limp up hill squinting and brood.
Just beyond this gently sloping hill
awaits warm hearth and my dear family
in a house which over looks a hill
and home town on the other side.
I pause as home comes into view
then look up at now countless stars,
breathe in a bracing breath or two
on a road for once devoid of cars.
Home and town are both adorned by light
greens, red, yellow even blue
battling the rising moon tonight
on a day which I had come to rue.
At once my thoughts desert the past
returning to the now to stay
where peace of mind returns
at last on this, the eve of Christmas day.
© Stan Holliday.