Saturday, December 24, 2011

Fourth Night

Profusion of light
glows from house
illuminating grey
evening. The leaves
have all fallen.
Our beloved dead
glow in memory still.
We miss each one.


  1. Beautiful, Victoria. One IS thankful for memories and lives and the light from both outside and inside.

  2. Yes we do so often remember our beloved dead at this time of year. Thanks for sharing your lovely poem.

  3. I'm so glad you are writing these lovely poems to express your heritage and your love for your faith. The light I see and feel and I see my own faces as I read your words. Beautiful!