…to be alone at Christmas time

to be away from bustle, children, noise,

…and to be gone…

… to be at one…

…just…

… in snow laden forests walk alone…

…and sometimes, but not every year

when time stands still

where for one moment

I am freed from

pain and all man’s ill…

… in the stillness then my heart does leap…

…remembering  childhood’s joyful reign…

…my soul rejoices …

…and…

 I am  a child again…

…and…

… I no longer weep…

Wild Nights – Wild Nights! Wild Nights - Wild Nights Were I with thee Wild Nights should be Our luxury! Futile – the winds – To a heart in port – Done with the compass – Done with the chart! Rowing in Eden – Ah, the sea! Might I moor – Tonight – In thee! Emily Dickinson

 Christina Rossetti

Every valley drinks,
                                                              Every dell and hollow:

Where the kind rain sinks 

and sinks,  

Green of Spring will follow.