Mystic Gauze
They say it is freezing fog today
yet through my window I see mystic gauze,
coloured in softest pink;
Surely from the sun behind.
It seems that each time the light shines,
our hearts take flight.
I wonder if the birds freeze?
Indoors a Christmas Rose shines
lit by the sun,
warming hearts, spreading smiles.
A gift to us all.
Wrapping some presents I hum
Yet, realize the best this year
is unwrappable.
The gift of protecting our fellow man
and ourselves,
So we can all meet again.
More caring than ever before.
© miriam ivarson
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