My response to Ingrid’s “Festive Sonnet Sunday” (on Monday). Also for FOWC: Product and MVB: Vivid. This sonnet describes how many people feel this time of year. I tend to vacillate between the 2 halves of the poem.
Appreciate the lights around the tree,
Vivid, although the angel is not lit:
Enjoy the many ornaments to see,
Fighting against the dark a little bit.
I care not for the products underneath
The tree, but love which gifting represents
Is precious and does lasting joy bequeath —
This is the loveliest munificence.
But what of those who feel far from that love,
Who feel not joy of Birth but pain of Cross?
Why won’t that angel come down from above
To comfort them amid their grief and loss?
Tears glisten like a mirror for those lights
Throughout cold wintertime’s lengthening nights.
found on Ingrid’s blog post