Poem -

Christmas Weather

Christmas Weather

Usually, a damp dog blanket sky.

Obligatory walks through wet grass parks.
Dogs with their families wearing jumpers
that make them feel like dorks.
Atmosphere dull and grey on a day full of laughter
and light.
Christmas delight
When in dull grey light people shine
with that love so easily shared.
Amplified by smiles.

Beautiful days but still we pray.

For a Christmas when the silence falls.
Natures gently deafening cloak.
Softly muting all the traffic noise
'till traffic gives up the ghost.
The sky still dog blanket grey
but the world is sparkling diamond hope.

Christmas day.
The world cleaned white.

Sins washed away by soap.

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Nigel Cresswell...

Lorris I've got rum, and brandy. Unfortunately I also have flu and antibiotics so I can't drink any of it. 
Boo hoo
Merry Xmas 
Nigel 

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Katina Woodruff...

Nice metaphor in the beginning. I've never heard this phrase before: 

Usually, a damp dog blanket sky.

They rhyme scheme in this section is spot on. Especially the "deafening cloak." 

Favorite Part: 

For a Christmas when the silence falls.
Natures gently deafening cloak.
Softly muting all the traffic noise
'till traffic gives up the ghost.
The sky still dog blanket grey
but the world is sparkling diamond hope.

Thanks for lifting my holiday spirits with your poem. 

Happy Holidays from Newark, Ohio 
Keep writing! 
 

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Nigel Cresswell...

Thanks Katina, I wrote it to lift my spirits as I'm full of winter cold and it seems to have worked. 
Happy Holidays from the Chilterns hills 

Blessed be 
Nigel 

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