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A walk in the forest on Christmas Eve
under the thin light of the Cold Moon.
Peace lives here on this magical night.
The animals, some asleep,
some alert, watching in silence.
Evergreens, symbols of everlasting life,
their wide majestic branches trimmed in white,
speak to us of days long past.
Whisper thoughts of beauty and goodwill,
retelling the mystery of Christmas;
why we honour these trees as we do;
placing gifts beneath their enchanted branches,
gifts of love, life, and sharing.
© by Ron Stewart.
Used with the author’s permission.
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Ron Stewart is a retired airline pilot who started writing poetry in the early '90s. The author of two self-published poetry collections and two cookbooks, his work has been published in a variety of magazines and journals and has won several awards. Ron lives in Kilworth, a small village outside London, Ontario, with his wife of 50+ years, his dog Calliope, and cat Penelope. An environmentalist long before that term became popular, Ron's family refers to him as "the compost cop."
 
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Jo:
Lovely. Perfect for this Christmas Eve and always.
Posted 12/25/2023 12:00 AM
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Jancan:
Beautiful, descriptive, expressive piece
Posted 12/24/2023 11:38 PM
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Lori Levy:
So peaceful.
Posted 12/24/2023 02:57 PM
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Anastasia:
A lovely, quiet moment in the midst of the holiday bustlesomething we all need! Thank you, Ron! Merry Christmas!
Posted 12/24/2023 02:05 PM
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cork:
Our branches here are trimmed in white.
Posted 12/24/2023 12:33 PM
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michael escoubas:
Unique take on the day, Ron. Nicely done.
Posted 12/24/2023 09:19 AM
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Wilda Morris:
Lovely.
Posted 12/24/2023 09:11 AM
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David:
Very nice. I especially like the sentiment of honoring the trees.
Posted 12/24/2023 08:35 AM
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