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The Eternal Season

- The Eternal Season -

I watched the snow as it had cascaded down,
Tumbling with a dancer’s grace to the ground…
And it seemed to me to be not so cold at all,
As towards the earthen mother it did thus fall.
Rather, it seemed a thing of ethereal design,
Fit to immortalize in such an elegant rhyme…
As wouldst please the ear of angels on high,
To warm the heights above the winter sky!
And so I put my pen to page, to make eternal,
The glories of this season, this time supernal.
To sing of love and laughter and joyous hours,
Wrought by light and by all the bright powers.

“Eternal is the season, that lasts forever,
In the hearts of all who forsake love never.
So cherish the joy of this hour and this time,
For eternal is the season, the season sublime!”

By my art was crafted this bit of warm cheer,
As Christmas cometh upon this season dear…
And upon my hearth shall blaze hot flames.
Whilst outside mayhap playing their games,
Might be some fair folk out of ancient lore…
To make of the season something even more.
For joy added to joy makes merry most fair!
And such glory therein is something to share.
How couldst I resist the chance to so create?
Some pleasant offering and thus participate…
In making warmer the hearts who thus desire,
To warm themselves all: by my generous fire.

“Eternal is the season, that lasts forever,
In the hearts of all who forsake love never.
So cherish the joy of this hour and this time,
For eternal is the season, the season sublime!”

Come lovers and loved ones, and friends too,
And family and colleagues, and others true…
Poets and artists and dreamers such as we are!
Come hear ye my song; be warm at my hearth.
No lass of elfin blood or celestial spirit so fine,
Could do aught less with so splendid a wine…
As is poured from good times passed this way.
So Merry Season to ye, unto New Year’s Day!
And let us keep the spirit alive, eternally ideal,
So that we might be warmed by what we feel…
For all this year and all the years that lie ahead.
Joy is like a filling meal; so satisfying a bread!
Written by Kou_Indigo (Karam L. Parveen-Ashton)
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