Christmas Sky
Is the Christmas sky
the brilliant night
the host of stars
illuminating paths for
curious souls
and a venue for celestial song?
Or is the Christmas Sky
the dawn that greats
a baby’s cry, a mother’s sigh
the not yet blue
no longer black
too early to tell if
cloud or refracted light
on the canopy of life
that not yet time
before the gift of a
new day is opened?
© 2020 Russell E. Willis
First appeared in The Poet - Christmas Issue, 2020.
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