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A Christmas Villanelle

They say, one time, eternity took form.
The story’s told again this time each year –
a tale which, in December, keeps us warm.

Amidst a world that’s often uniform,
can my uniqueness be belov’d and dear?
They say, one time, eternity took form.

Society compels us to conform,
yet each of us has quirks that make us queer,
a tale which, in December, keeps us warm.

Our difference makes us separate from the norm,
yet in our incarnation, God is near.
They say, one time, eternity took form.

Connection holds the power to transform,
unveiling mystery that makes things clear –
a tale which, in December, keeps us warm.

Together, we can overcome this storm.
United, we can conquer pain and fear.
They say, one time, eternity took form,
a tale which, in December, keeps us warm.

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A Christmas Glosa

Alone – with one fair star for company,
The loveliest star among the hosts of night,
While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light –
I pace along the darkening wintry sea.

December shadows lengthen, bringing cold.
Sometimes it feels like that’s what life will be:
More dark and chill, as we grow sad and old –
Alone – with one fair star for company.

But when the sky is dimmest, lift your gaze
And view this cloudless heaven with clear sight.
That lonesome orb can light our twisting ways –
The loveliest star among the hosts of night.

A distant candle shows the way to hope,
Reminding us that love will win despite;
Igniting flame within to strive and cope,
While the grey tide ebbs with the ebbing light.

In Christmas light and Christmas love, let’s turn
And see each neighbor’s shared humanity.
So having glimpsed the peace for which I yearn,
I pace along the darkening wintry sea.

The first stanza is adapted from the poem “Christmas Even” by Mathilde Blind.

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A Christmas Terza Rima Sonnet

You’d think, in forty-four Decembers’ span
Accumulated gloom would leave its stamp
And render me a melancholy man

In every heart I’ve known, grief makes its camp
It pounds its drum and hisses, “I’m the truth!”
And yet, a wick still burns in hope’s frail lamp

If anyone emerges from her youth
Still cradling that pale light within her chest
What secret keeps her safe from sorrow’s tooth?

The key comes in two parts (so I’d suggest):
Share beauty, love, and justice – bold and free
And notice how, despite your pain, you’re blest

And Christmastime? It’s opportunity
To practice both, to marvelous degree!

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A Christmas Sonnet

December’s growing gloom creates a thirst
That warmth and love and radiance be born
We slog toward that somber twenty-first
And long for brilliant light on Christmas morn
Within this darkest month, we may forget:
As sunless solstice comes, so too it goes
On shortest day, the calendar’s reset
The shadows aren’t as firm as we suppose
So let’s find in our hearts what light we may
And turn its rays toward our fellow souls
This season, we can’t cast the murk away
But brightness glimmers, filling in dark holes
And take this gift: from darkest Solstice night
To Christmas – half a minute more of light!