Love Poem: Christmas Past
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Written by: Tony Bush

Christmas Past

Settles the dust of driven snow,
  icing shoulders, mantled white;
powdered breath and cornflake steps
  hushed beneath the tangerine light,
  on the edge of dark, periphery of night.
Of ice-ridged panes I stare
  at a picture card minds eye view;
of Victorian perfect Christmas
with sugared plums and angel wings,
  firs green with envy, geese that flew
  in midnight skies of cobalt blue.
Half-smiled, I shed these tears
  at all the ghosts of Christmas past
remembering how things used to be
and how they may never be the same
  for the seal is set, the die is cast,
  and I miss you so, both first and last.