A flowers birth

by | Jul 5, 2010 | Poetry | 0 comments

Soft burning smell of Winter’s lost leaves
Long discarded from the treetops high
Smoke lilts on breast of December breeze
Curls lazy, to darken flush pink sky.

Red sky at morning is sailors warn
Laid bare by the north-east moaning winds
A soft white snowdrop is gently born
This birth represents our mortal sins.

Jesus was born to us; Christ the child
In stable cold that was meant for sheep,
To the Virgin Mary, a mother mild
This Saviour Lord would our future keep.

On this Christmas day give God our praise
For sending down his beloved son
Let us live in peace the coming days
So we make our life a better one.



Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *