December Light
Beyond the stars and deep beneath the earth--
outside the door and right here in my room--
a light that’s new, a sign of hope and birth,
shines brightly through the dark of doubt and gloom.
It is a spark that glows and softly sings.
A single snowflake on the windowsill.
And like a silver bell that softly rings,
it fills the air so quiet and so still.
A glimmer and a glint within our dreams.
The gleaming strings of tinsel on the tree.
It is a hint, a secret star that beams
and lights the way to all we want to see.
-- a world as one, a place where we may rest
and welcome every stranger as a guest.
outside the door and right here in my room--
a light that’s new, a sign of hope and birth,
shines brightly through the dark of doubt and gloom.
It is a spark that glows and softly sings.
A single snowflake on the windowsill.
And like a silver bell that softly rings,
it fills the air so quiet and so still.
A glimmer and a glint within our dreams.
The gleaming strings of tinsel on the tree.
It is a hint, a secret star that beams
and lights the way to all we want to see.
-- a world as one, a place where we may rest
and welcome every stranger as a guest.
This poem is copyright (©) Alan M Sugar 2024
About the Writer
Alan M Sugar
Alan shares his poetry in Decatur, Georgia where he currently resides. Now retired from teaching special needs children in the public schools of Atlanta, he works as a writing tutor at Perimeter College of Georgia State University. Alan writes many poems, and you can find some of them in the Atlanta Review, The Jewish Literary Journal, The Lyric, The Ekphrastic Review, The Awakenings Review, RFD and … the Dirigible Balloon.
