All I have
\nby cricketjeff on December 2, 2009.\u00a0 \u00a9 Jeff Green, All rights reserved
\nWhen the sun comes up in Winter, over frost-kissed leafless trees,
\nI remember how you warmed me in the biting Northern breeze.
\nThough I missed you in the summer and through Autumn’s golden rain,
\nIt’s when snow lies over gardens that I can’t endure the pain.<\/p>\n
When the snowflakes dance before me and I hear Old Santa’s sleigh,
\nI can’t face the thought of Christmas now life’s stolen you away.<\/p>\n
It was spring before you kissed me and the daffodils were there,
\nBobbing pretty yellow curtseys as you tangled up my hair,
\nAnd I missed you when I saw them giving fields their golden glow;
\nBut I can’t believe the burden now I miss you in the snow.<\/p>\n
When the snowflakes dance before me and I hear Old Santa’s sleigh,
\nI can’t face the thought of Christmas now life’s stolen you away.<\/p>\n
We had summers full of laughter, there were streams to cool our feet,
\nAnd we’d cuddled on a sandbank when you told me I was sweet.
\nAll this Summer you weren’t near me and I cried a bit each night,
\nYet the sunshine couldn’t hurt me like this heartless winter light.<\/p>\n
When the snowflakes dance before me and I hear Old Santa’s sleigh,
\nI can’t face the thought of Christmas now life’s stolen you away.<\/p>\n
I remember when you showed me all the best of Autumn’s fire,
\nAnd its reds and golds and ochres filled my laughter with desire.
\nAll those trees that shed their beauty seemed to cry with me for you
\nBut it’s now I see the snowscape that my agony is true.<\/p>\n
As those snowflakes dance before me I can’t hear Old Santa’s sleigh,
\nThere was snow all round last Christmas when my future went away.<\/p>\n
You were hoarfrosts in the hedges, you were snowmen in the field,
\nYou were ripples under pond-ice that the polar wind had sealed,
\nYou were all of winter’s beauty, you made snow fall just for me,
\nSo without you here this winter all I have is misery.
\n Author notes
\nInspired by the song quoted in the contest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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