A  group  of  maples
stand  proudly  in  the  village.

A  vivid  deep  scarlet  in  color
truly  magnificent  trees.

Very  pleasing  to  the  eye.
You  have  to  catch  the  moment  though
Sadly  the  beauty  soon  fades.

As  seen  in  October.

Keith  Wilson.  Windermere.  UK  2016.

Home is the place where all hearts turn
When Christmas comes again

The place that draws you through the fog
The snow the wind and rain

To take your place beside the fire
Wherever it may be

And hope for peace, and good cheer
And gay festivity

Year by year the same old words
Of greetings we repeat

But never seem to tire
When friends and families meet

So rejoice right through to Christmas night
And  over the world's dark shadows
Cast some some heavenly light

Keith Wilson. Windermere, UK 2016

Sitting in my chair my thoughts are never-ending
Christmas is a time for friend and family blending
An emotional time for many human beings
In their heads are way too many feelings
My passion is to take the mental pain from all that hurt
To replace it with laughter and love without appearing Kurt
Twinkling stars then become brighter
Thoughts floating inside our heads much lighter
Today I ask for you to smile flawlessly
So someone feels your meritocracy
We often need that social interaction
Even if it is only for a fraction
With this message if I can bring love to even one person
I have done my deed without coercion